Mirages

When I see the mirage I have created
From the beauty that I see in you
I can’t help but smile away my hurt
Hurt that is also nothing but a mirage
I created long ago with my father’s help

You almost make me a religious man
A man who could someday love you
With your dirty hair, and beat poetry
That I find beautiful even when it isn’t
Like that one you read out loud last week

Sometimes I dream about living alone
Or maybe off in the woods with you
A place where our dreams can remain
Soft and quiet, violent and loud, beautiful
Out by the lake, kissing the sun, stoned

Poem by JoshtheGiant1

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