Oh If It Were Only True
White clouds hanging from a newly entered room, painted so blue.
Red lightening bolts shoot back and forth, searing my hair, with aim so true.
Pink carnations appear upon the wall.
Black recordings naming past lovers, scrolled upon stacks of paper so tall.
Purple ribbons fall from above.
Yellow balloons, shaped like hearts, float, displaying love.
Doorway opens into a springtime scene.
All my past lovers seated upon park benches.
Smiling, and saying goodbye, all thanking me for the good times we had.
A stairway descends to the hells below, twisted and thorny so bad.
Suddenly I awaken and jump to my feet, feeling as if I had been in a wreck.
For I had fallen asleep, writing an alimony check.
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