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Jan 2010
Silently she sleeps alone in her dreams

Is it here I exist or am I a myth

Illusions are real as I lay by her side

Yet tonight I felt lost the fires have died

The room where we loved no longer feels warm

Our once flowering bed now ravaged by thorns

My head lays in nettles my limbs upon weeds

And still she sleeps alone in her dreams


I watch her breathe she murmurs she moans

There are two in this bed but one is alone

Her mind is her secret kept hidden from me

Her words are like legends in stories she weaves

But words are not spoken when love is not real

Truths are kept secret and never revealed

A tear gently forms to run down my cheek

And still she sleeps alone in her dreams
Written by
Pete Marshall
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   Serena Jungers
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