i have dreams about you, dreams of seeing you, speaking to you, crying to you, and running from you. what i forgot to mention is, nightmares are dreams too.
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
When we were young... we scraped our knees and our parents kissed our boo-boos. When we were teens... we got bullied at school and wanted it to stop so we self-harmed. When we were adults... we went through our first divorce and turned straight to the bottles. When we were old... we realized no one was there and we passed of a broken heart. When we were dead... we watched over everyone else and tried to protect them from being like us.
I feel like my inspiration to write is dying the less I am crying at night I know this probably doesn't sound right but I can't shake this lack of inspiration the feeling of it dying everyday and every night.