A desert exists
A place so arid
No breeze or mist
Would ever come near it
And all she ever wanted
Was to be loved
An unrealistic expectation
And a drug
She cries at night
Howling at the moon
And builds a stream
Of deadbeat dreams
That never came true
It’s a wretched sound
But such a lovely tune
©Jocsalyn Janay, 2019
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