I dreamt of us..
You squinted in the sun
We walked in colourful flowers
I lay down in the grass and you wove it into my hair..I saw us in the clouds growing old, my right arm laced through your left..time and time again, molding to fit each other..
Yellow orange and red, radiant joy
You brushed falling flowers from my eyes as we looked at the sky..take my soul, it’s yours..
As I wake alone in cold darkness tear stains on my sleeping face..
Dreams slip away through my fingers, the silence aches as this angel falls and falls, falling into your hell, blonde hair painted black.
All of my love is not enough to breathe the life back into you, I’m dying with you, barely warm, my nails are still painted in plum, as I’m erased from your memories you are still burned into my body, the super glue ties to my soul.
We walk forever in fantasy fields of warm glowing light, was it all a dream..crashing back to reality still holding my crystal heart made of metal, resin and quartz, safe in my warm bleeding heart broken hand. Where is your hand?🖤
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
I dreamt of us..
You squinted in the sun
We walked in colourful flowers
I lay down in the grass and you wove it into my hair..I saw us in the clouds growing old, my right arm laced through your left..time and time again, molding to fit each other..
Yellow orange and red, radiant joy
You brushed falling flowers from my eyes as we looked at the sky..take my soul, it’s yours..
As I wake alone in cold darkness tear stains on my sleeping face..
Dreams slip away through my fingers, the silence aches as this angel falls and falls, falling into your hell, blonde hair painted black.
All of my love is not enough to breathe the life back into you, I’m dying with you, barely warm, my nails are still painted in plum, as I’m erased from your memories you are still burned into my body, the super glue ties to my soul.
We walk forever in fantasy fields of warm glowing light, was it all a dream..crashing back to reality still holding my crystal heart made of metal, resin and quartz, safe in my warm bleeding heart broken hand. Where is your hand?🖤
Healing from losing someone who never existed.
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