Dream and Nightmare
I feel like I'm a beautiful dream
an illusion of sorts
because in the cover of night, with your eyes closed
I can be everything you want me to be.
But in the harsh reality of morning
when my hair is a mess
and I don't live up to the expectation inside your head
I will always be the thing that you can't fathom why you wanted in the first place.
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