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 Feb 2014 Lotte
Nadia DeLevea
Music
 Feb 2014 Lotte
Nadia DeLevea
Each note holds me amid the light air.
Each breath consumes the melody.
Floating, I'm elated,
Bouncing along each gay beat.
Nothing is real,
yet everything illuminated.
For a quiet moment everything is okay.
My heart, at peace.
My life,the music.
My heartbeat, the calming melody.
My breath in sync with each beat.
Each key tenderly hit adds to the story,
The meaning of life.
Stunning is each note.
It strips away the pain,
My misery, my anguish,
My fear, I am vulnerable.
For a moment, I am complete.
Then,
It ends...
Only silence,
As Reality resumes,
As quickly as it began,
Back to the cold,cruel world.
Music™  By Nadia DeLevea
 Feb 2014 Lotte
Nadia DeLevea
Last night I drempt I saw you again.
It all seemed so real,
Never Did I doubt it was only a dream.

I saw your face clearly,
Clearer than I knew my memories could allow.
Your smile, your smell, the feel of your arms around me,
Never once did I doubt it was only a dream.

I stared in disbelief,
You grabbed me, you held me, I cried on your chest.
Never once did I doubt it was all only  a dream.

The thing about dreams is that time has no control of them.
We did all the things we used to do,
It was as if all the years we spent together we re-lived in a few hours.
Never Did I doubt it was only a dream.

I had let you go, I knew you were gone.
But now I miss you more than ever.
Even if It was only a dream.

This morning I went to see the Lily we'd planted,
It's the only piece of you I have left.

As much as I still love you,
As much as I will always miss you,
As much as I want to dream of you again.
I'm afraid to fall asleep again,
Dreaming of you hurts to much...
Dreams Hurt™  By Nadia DeLevea
 Feb 2014 Lotte
Nadia DeLevea
My love for you is like a new box of tissues,
You keep using more, pulling one more out,
It seems as if there is an infinite amount,
Never running out.

You don’t even think about.

You use one more tissue,
Just a little more love whenever you need me.
But you don’t realize I’m not a what,
Realize WHO you are using.

Just use another, two at a time.
Discarding with ease.
One more,
Two more,
You can’t possibly run out.
Soiling it,
Crumpling it,
Then throwing me out.

But one day you’ll pull the last tissue,
Leaving nothing but an empty box.

Then what will you do?

I am not just a box of tissues.
My love WILL run out.
If you keep on using me,
Throwing my love away.
*I will leave you.
Tissue Love™  By Nadia DeLevea
 Feb 2014 Lotte
Elizabeth
let the crisp clear stream
glide over your fragile fingers
take away the soot
trade it for the truth
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