The Dream

We draw circles around our innocense. create images of glory in your absence.Isolation,mistrust and divine creation. Why do colours fade, can this hurt escape. We inhale our self-restrained.Believing there is no safer place than a harmless embrace. We draw funny shapes of clouds - in paper hearts. Concieve the vision of a perfect love...But conciet is a drowning fate. We seal our lips with regret and hate.Breaking through the disguise.To find freedom on the other side. Armed with consequence..holding on to our experience.