It was a dream.
It was.
When you held me in your arms;
a sweet minute of slumber
and abated fallacy.
When you looked at me
with digestive eyes; I guess
never was I impervious.
When you planted
a damp kiss: Illusion's flower
and saw me off.
It was a dream.
When you sighed into my ear
a madness so warm yet
so morosely beautiful. (I...)
It was a dream.
When you drove under the stars
above asphalt black and cold,
on that crying night of June. (Save...)
It was a dream.
When I watched your
lips darken with the ashen sky;
and you laid unmoving. (...me.)
And it was a dream.
It was.
I just never was able to rouse.
Mar 14, 2011
Mar 14, 2011 at 6:45 AM UTC
It was a dream.
It was.
When you held me in your arms;
a sweet minute of slumber
and abated fallacy.
When you looked at me
with digestive eyes; I guess
never was I impervious.
When you planted
a damp kiss: Illusion's flower
and saw me off.
It was a dream.
When you sighed into my ear
a madness so warm yet
so morosely beautiful. (I...)
It was a dream.
When you drove under the stars
above asphalt black and cold,
on that crying night of June. (Save...)
It was a dream.
When I watched your
lips darken with the ashen sky;
and you laid unmoving. (...me.)
And it was a dream.
It was.
I just never was able to rouse.
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