Open Your Eyes
Hold me,
closer.
Taste a final kiss.
Memories are made of this.
Love me
longer,
or even just at all.
Hope is just a telephone call.
Open your eyes.
Can you see through my disguise?
Wake up and see
reality.
Can you endure?
Can you see what these five words are for?
Sensor extreme.
Living a dream.
Made of thought.
Love is found
if sought.
Shadows
clothe me.
Funny how it seems.
Reality can copy dreams.
Broken
windows
shine upon your hair.
Like every shattered memory stored there.
Open your eyes.
Can you see through my disguise?
Wake up and see
reality.
Can you endure?
Can you see what these five words are for?
Sensor extreme.
Living a dream.
Made of thought.
Love is found
if sought.
Open your eyes.
Can you see what all your dreaming hides?
Wake up and see
reality.
Made of thought.
Life is found
if sought.
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