Apr 2016
And I cried,
Grasping sheets,
Hoping that it was your hands.
And I cried,
I cried heavier than the worst thunderstorms.
I poured.
And I cried,
Not because the dream has ended,
But knowing the reality could never be started.
Grasping sheets,
Hoping that it was your hands.
And I cried,
I cried heavier than the worst thunderstorms.
I poured.
And I cried,
Not because the dream has ended,
But knowing the reality could never be started.
Meeting you in my dreams is the closest distance I will ever get to you.
