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 Feb 2015 Alan Black
Creep
Dreams
 Feb 2015 Alan Black
Creep
Last night,
I dreamt of you.
For the first time,
It was so real...
You were there to comfort me,
As we just lay in bed,
Watching tv
Kissing,
Snuggling,
healing.

When I woke up,
You weren't there,
And reality ran me over with a truck,
And I realized it will only be
*just a dream.
Missing you...stayed up late last night which may have induced this wild dream, so yup. I dreamt of you, and it was the best. You were there and I saw you and everything... :$ just needed to write about it, that's all.

What hurts the most
By nightcore
 Feb 2015 Alan Black
Amanda
You make me feel pretty,

delicate as fairies, a bit cheekier than usual

in an old faded grey -stretched by the tumbles of the washing machine and dulled by the sunshine- t-shirt and old boxer shorts.
There is a beauty in being at home, laughing on the carpet, not giving a **** about how you look.
Hihihihi lovelys!
xo
 Feb 2015 Alan Black
Eve
Fear
 Feb 2015 Alan Black
Eve
Fear is but a sentiment
The weak holds for being what they are,
For being what they made themselves.*
-fir.m
Spoonful of hope
Poured with care
Elixir to rejuvenate
The dim realities
Gulped down
For it to find its way
Through the
Corridors of malady
To infuse hope
Bleak moments
Will surely brighten
Gaining strength
To fight another day
hold him in your palm
jump into the middle of the ocean and bury him at the bottom
tell him to let the water surround him
let the water engulf him, inside and out
when that doesn't work, sing to him
soft melodies, calm and quiet
tell him to let the sound of your voice take him away
let your voice engulf him, inside and out
when that doesn't work, place your lips on his forehead
kiss away the worry that wilts his mind
tell him to let your kiss release the poison
let your kiss engulf him, inside and out
when that doesn't work, take him to the field
lay him in the grass
tell him to take root, on his own
let him stand, on his own
he doesn't belong in your palm
you gave him enough

you can't revive a wilting flower
but you can breath the hope of revival
it's up to him, to be engulfed by it
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