Burnt Dreams

Burnt dreams lingering in the mind. Paper to ashes. Ashes to dust. I don't know if lust plays a part just yet. Half the person with twice the lies. Seeking civil language. Descriptions become tainted with bleeding feeling. You've seen this before one too many times. It won't get any easier.

Burnt dreams healing in your memory when there's someone else involved. I feel like a tourist. A helpless voyeur. The secret histories unlocked. Half the person with twice the lies. Always cheated. Emotional manipulation. You know as well as I do we're just never really part of the picture. No work of art can ever con you. But you can always make duplicates.

Burnt dreams circling the thoughts in your head. In the past, betrayal, blackmail. A story for sale but you hold me captivated. A private audience keen to hear out every word. If we were just associates, perhaps everything would be better. All equals out, and mistakes have been made. In the end we're just associates. A long list who know the deal inside and out but still haven't got a clue what to do. Like everything else in life.