I dream of days that will never be,
I dream of people I’ll never know.
Sometimes I say words no one will ever hear,
sometimes I think: why am I here?
It’s not easy to explain,
the many things
that I am.
I can be sweet
and I can be not so nice at times.
I have these moments I feel so alone,
I want you to know that the pain you may feel
I have felt that pain as well.
I wake up not aware of what to think of the new day,
I awake hopeful that I won’t make too many mistakes.
I’m too honest at times
and I lie too often
nothing is real anymore.
I like things you may hate.
I think too much
and I do too little
so my life feels incomplete.
I’m sometimes horny,
it’s a part of the lonely.
If you know what I mean
you must be breathing.
I want to be with someone,
use my dick once again.
Is that too honest
or is that vulgar?
If I tell you I want dick again
where would we begin
to say what is hidden within?
I know secrets that I won’t share here.
Where was I?
I want it but I may never have it again.
I also want love but what is love?
How do I know it’s real
when I’ve never really had it?
Who am I?
I am many things to many different people.
I am not always the same.
What I say tonight
may not be what I say tomorrow.
I dream while awake.
I dream of him
but there’s no him in real life.
We kiss and I want to remain kissing forever.
We share our lives
but I have no life to give.
We are physical but you’re not.
What I want is more than a dick,
that’s not mine,
but I don’t have that yet.
I dream while awake of a love not yet had.
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