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The Dream...

I touch your skin and it warms my heart, I caress your lips and see them part. I hear your laugh and my knees go weak, You hold me tight and I just listen to you speak. I watch you sleep and feel you there, You gave me your all but I was happy to share. I woke with a smile but it soon changed to tears, When I realise my deepest and greatest desires and fears. No one was there and reality came into the light, I tried to convince myself to continue the fight. But I cowered in the corner clutching my chest, Is this what I have to look forward to, was this really the best? The days pass by me feeling empty and cold, I don’t even cry anymore at the stories they told. The sun is high, bright in the blue sky, And every so often a tear still escapes my eye. When I remember the feelings I had that night, I still have to clutch at my chest and hide out of sight. I cry alone in the dark it’s better that way, There is obviously still a Piper to Pay. Forlorn in the dark I hold onto that dream, The sun, the field, the flowers the stream. The light on your face and the smell on the air, It’s still more than I would ever dare. Written by: M.K. Dobison
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michael-kent-dobison
South African
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May 26, 2016
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