I was once the owner
Of a beautiful dream
And 'twas made of him;
Yet, he sprinted away
And sought harbor
In that other land
That wasn't mine;
Still, my yearning
Persistently thrived--
Attempted even
To reach the shores
Of that country,
Way beyond my hand;
Hence, now,
I still find myself
Inundated
With fantasies of him;
Albeit, even his image
Has faded into drops
Of burning magma--
Callously reminding me
Of that someone
Who will never be mine.
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