I visit you in dreams,
and my visit is always unexpected.
I'm always excited and more
than a little apprehensive.
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In dream variations, your reactions shuffle
like poker cards - you're surprised and pleased,
or wary, or even politely disappointed.
.
Dreams can be a harsh mirror and as in real life,
my emotions are poorly protected.
.
Brushstrokes of truth hide behind the
tricksy falsehoods of dream-scapes. After all,
I'm an unworthy suitor in practically every way.
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In the real world, I'm sure early, favorable
impressions would fade to inevitable boredom.
I have that effect on adults - I've seen it
- a quick nod my way and I become invisible.
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I should be a bank robber - "What did the
robber look like? " the police would ask.
"Well... the teller would say, " fading off to vagueness.
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I could stand right there looking at my phone.
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"Did YOU see anything? " The cop would ask me.
"I was playing candy crush..." I'd begin,
but the cop would walk distractedly away.
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By the time they got the video evidence, I'd be long gone.
Nice lament. Dont worry the teen years dont last long but you get to be an for a long time ignoring teens. Just be assertive when you want something. Being a girl you could try pretending to cry to get your way....with parents. With boys ummm...they tend to move on. Not an expert at all. Good luck
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'Dreams can be a harsh mirror and as in real life, my emotions are poorly protected' - well said! 'we have little in common' - bad and sad, if that be so!