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You continue making these appearances in my dreams, And it hurts so incredibly. I am constantly reminded of how much I adored you, Of how lovely your smile was, And how much fun we had. I awake in sadness, Because I know that those things are not mine to call anymore. These dreams are like little knives, That inch their way closer to my heart, Threatening to burst it. I could try to fool myself and say that seeing you In these dreams Does not affect me, But every time I wake, My heart seems to struggle keeping a beat, And my mind is masked in a fog of misery. There is no way to vanquish you from my dreams, So there you will stay, Taunting me with my past, Our past, Reminding me that I can’t let you go.
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC
Sad Sleeps
You continue making these appearances in my dreams, And it hurts so incredibly. I am constantly reminded of how much I adored you, Of how lovely your smile was, And how much fun we had. I awake in sadness, Because I know that those things are not mine to call anymore. These dreams are like little knives, That inch their way closer to my heart, Threatening to burst it. I could try to fool myself and say that seeing you In these dreams Does not affect me, But every time I wake, My heart seems to struggle keeping a beat, And my mind is masked in a fog of misery. There is no way to vanquish you from my dreams, So there you will stay, Taunting me with my past, Our past, Reminding me that I can’t let you go.
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hilary-thorpe
Canadian
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC
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