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Jul 2015
It’s the middle of the night, and I can’t sleep
My dreams are haunted with your painful weeps
I get out of bed; the floor is cold and dry
No sign of tears from your sad blue eyes
I shrug on a coat, though it’s warm outside
Enough to make me think that the flood has dried
But no, the waters are still knee-deep
Reminding me again of your woeful weeps
It follows me everywhere, or so it seems
In reality and in long dark dreams
But then with a jolt, I sat up in bed
Still feeling the remnants of the lingering dread
I dreamt of waking up so many times before
So is this a dream? I’m not very sure
I’m not going to risk it, so I’ll just lie here
Whether it be for a day or a hundred years
And I might be a coward, but I just can’t bear
To think about you in pain and despair
But if this is reality, and you’re okay
Then you’re better off without me anyway
Liis Belle
Written by
Liis Belle  London, England
(London, England)   
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   fisharedrowning, ---, ---, WNG and Mallow
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