In the dark of night
Deep in my slumbers
My mind wanders.
Trees swaying
Glass gleaming
Snow falling
Then
I see us.
Frolicking in the fields.
What fields?
The fields of lovers.
I see us.
By the moonlit bay
Leaving the rest of the world
Behind us
I see us.
On the top of a mountain
Embraced in each others arms
I see us.
Together
Just how I
Pictured it to be
It is a shame
That what I see
This perfect fantasy
Only exists
In
My
Dreams.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
In the dark of night
Deep in my slumbers
My mind wanders.
Trees swaying
Glass gleaming
Snow falling
Then
I see us.
Frolicking in the fields.
What fields?
The fields of lovers.
I see us.
By the moonlit bay
Leaving the rest of the world
Behind us
I see us.
On the top of a mountain
Embraced in each others arms
I see us.
Together
Just how I
Pictured it to be
It is a shame
That what I see
This perfect fantasy
Only exists
In
My
Dreams.
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