(Current mood: amused)
Can we have what we once held so carelessly?
Can we hold what is now lost?
I dream of a dream within a dream that borders no land of time
Filled with sugar cream icing is the sweetest of them all.
How can I imagine what only my heart feels as vinegar rushing through?
I know it. I see it. I feel it but do not dare touch the soft tenderness of that warm bosom which is near.
Yet I cannot deny the guilty carnal pleasure.