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 May 2015 Christopher Black
Chris
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Dreaming of moonbeams
in Chantilly lace
Wishing the smile
aglow on your face

Leaving the day
in the early behind
Something much more
now appears in my mind

Holding you close
till our skin tingles wet
Searching your eyes
so to never forget

Entering slow
on the cusp of the eve
Kissing your whispers,
feeling you breathe

Drinking the fluids
abreast of the turn
Fueling the heat
as my world it does burn

Soft in the grass
neath the dark twilight skies
Here in my arms
ever drenched in your sighs

Longing the taste
of the wind on the night
Taking a path
down the avenue tight

Spreading the seams
of this ecstasy true
Dancing to songs
of this time, me and you

Sultry the skies
and the star shine above
Sweet is your fragrance,
deep is my love

Till morning finds us
together as one
When comes the dawn,
*when comes the sun
Good night Beautiful
Wonderful day
Memories fade
But never go away
Oceans crash into shores
As waves fire in the day
Light in your soul before
Everytime life throws a little dark
Thought it was very smart
For the first moon climbed above branches
Frozen in time and space
Shining through my bones
Leaving ash as remnants of the time
And burned out this link to reality
Truth lies in secret so deep within
Your heart can fall in my mind
But together we can climb
Up with the day all the way
Into the darkness of night
Everything must break
Before it can begin again
There's nothing worse than the regret
Yet more often than not
Debilitating lies can only hope to be forgotten
To find out how to get the truth
It just depends where you start
Somewhere in the highest levels of heaven
Dreams trickle down on my heart
Life is crumbling into a desperate wind
Blowing through the mirror that reflects images
Of past mistakes
Leading to the past that you missed
Your future is now
Only hatred and despair to look forward to
But you know what you can do
Change the path you travel
And the ending with the almight judge
Deciding which way to slam the gavel
I used the word prediction for 90% of this, I'm not sure what it's really about. Comments would be greatly appreciated.
We all have dreams, big and small
Some of us dream of meeting the right person,
some of us dream of getting to be a rock star.
People dream a lot, and of a lot of different things.
But tell me this...
Who ever dreams of hurting the ones you love, or care about?
Who wants to dream about being abandoned, or hurt?
Who really wants their dreams to become nightmares?
I want sweet dreams and good night kisses.
I don't want fighting or hurting or letting people down.
I want a day to come where I can lay in bed next to the one I love.
No body wants a pleasant dream to become a horrific disaster.
I want sweet dreams and good night kisses.
over the years
ive learned that promises arent forever
not everyone can be saved
and sometimes broken people are better alone

ive witnessed a girl push everyone away
trying to save herself
she poured her heart out on paper
finding company with ink and paper
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