The fuzzy glow of these dimmed coloured lights
Coupled with the dreaminess to this night
Pondering that lingering, slightly too long touch
Then finding furtive glances across known distant seas
Again left to manufacture another love story
Spinning a taller tale than reality
But nothing is as implausible
Than the daily trudge to be part of the rat race
And how the simple life beckons
With the intermittent pause of fairy lights
Romantic gestures become special occasions
No longer hoped for because they don't happen, as easily by
To do as required, to be as desired
Plagued by a polymorphic mass of self expectation
But what if it misses the mark
Who decides on that mark?
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Marilyn
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