The wrong sort of dreamer

Obstacles of the easily touched,

the hopeless romantics.

Amazed to find it and

exactly as I had imagined.

A cascade of happy beats, intensity

that my romantic soul devoured.

The cynical me, silenced by the moment.

 
But soon, how to sustain the ride?

how to keep afloat?

Fluctuating between happy beats and ache.

It grows and churns and reigns supreme….

disappointment.

 
The wrong sort of dreamer.

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