The Collector

What are your dreams?

However embarrassing they may be

Tell me them all

So I may see

Your limits 

One so foolish did share

A dream so grand

For now she has only set

An expectation

With nothing less

Than a leg upon

To stand

What are your dreams?

Tell me them all

However high

However small

A dream is what you see

When you close your eyes my dear

Nothing less and nothing more

Did you trick yourself into believing

Such could actually be achieved?

That must hurt to the core.

Tell me something you haven’t told a soul

So I may take your hope

Feed upon your failure

And leave happy

Feeling whole once more

Did you let down your barrier?

Did I put out your fire?

My dear vulnerable girl

I think I did

Tell me your story

Tell me it all

For I am the collector

The worst of them all.

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