It’s A Nice Day For A Nightmare

Beguiled on a beautiful evening,
ballgown in an almost empty house,
enchanted in the embrace of my melancholy baby,
trying a trial separation from the trials and tribulations of my subconscious.

I told her not to read too much into my dreams,
they are just things of fantasy and feathers
but sometimes, they sharpen their knives and I am at their mercy,
sobbing, asleep in her arms.

That was one of those nights,
so at 4AM,
we made a home for the moonlight.
Glenn Miller and our fanciest clothes,
dancing our blues away.

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