in my dream last night, i fancied the way your lips parted softly in your sleep
your mouth was Elysian and your eyes were dancing beneath their lids
i hope you were dreaming of things that make you happy (i am no longer ignorant enough to hope that i am what makes you happy)
i fancied the way that your nose was red from the cold you just got over
your face was so peaceful and honest in that space of me watching you dream in my dream
they say the truth can be ugly
and that the truth can set you free
but looking at you, wrapped in slumber, unable to deceive
i think truth is the loveliest thing in the world
and
i will never be free of you, even when i wake
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
in my dream last night, i fancied the way your lips parted softly in your sleep
your mouth was Elysian and your eyes were dancing beneath their lids
i hope you were dreaming of things that make you happy (i am no longer ignorant enough to hope that i am what makes you happy)
i fancied the way that your nose was red from the cold you just got over
your face was so peaceful and honest in that space of me watching you dream in my dream
they say the truth can be ugly
and that the truth can set you free
but looking at you, wrapped in slumber, unable to deceive
i think truth is the loveliest thing in the world
and
i will never be free of you, even when i wake
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