Dancing With Silhouettes – Day 220, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

The way she grabs hold of my palm when something’s wrong is like,
An anti-inflammatory.
My eyes keep away from swelling as I get my hands deep into allegories,
When writing poems for a heart caved in over stories,
Of a boy who knows nothing else besides a smile,
And,
An aching chest where He,
My inner child lays regardless of any trial…
She’s a muse He treasures shining bright enough to refrain from blinding His hindsight.
But,
If only He knew the difference between every dream,
And,
Fantasy that goes on inside of my mind.
What He believes to be a woman,
Is a pen I grab hold everytime I’ve fallen on the sidelines,
Of a life lived out of bounds.
Yet,
Who am I to disrupt the only play that keeps him going?
After all,
It’s up to me to give Him what I’ve owes Him.
A chance to meet the woman of our dreams,
When I find her in a world where love hardly shows up…