As I fall asleep with your picture in my arms next to my heart I dream of my beautiful cowboy We are in a restuarant eating dinner I am so happy sitting with you talking to you loving you Dark clouds gather overhead your bedroom blue eyes become cold and cruel your face with those pearly whites and wide grin freezes like ice I am terrified by this vision what is happening "You don't even know me, the real me" why would you say that of course I know you I've read the interviews seen the talk shows imagined our conversations You begin to talk about the people at the next table your words tell a hateful tale of bigotry prejudice malice this cannot be my perfect cowboy sitting across from me a man filled with hate You continue ranting about the "pathetic women that clamor for your attention ask you for a hug, a picture,an autograph" scorn fills the air Tears stream down my face I don't know what to do what to say what to think SLAP! your hand sweeps across my face "Why the hell are you crying, bitch" I am in total shock I, I Beep, beep, beep, beep goes the alarm clock I jump up soaked with sweat shaking with fear realizing it is only a nightmare Or is it the truth?Birth sign: Taurus
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