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If her hair was like seaweed Pulling me into those surfing blue eyes I would forever have sailed Upon the waves of her sadness, Dripping tears into her Lonely waters She spoke to me like A mother speaks to her baby Soft, sweet and gentle A pillow of kisses and compliments Smiling I was her lover We had found a pretty paradise Anchored and secure arm in arm Rich in happiness Hand in hand Dancing in the rain Just as simply as We mistook temporary as forever The power of loss spread it's Feared wings For distance accompanies all Reconciliation Ah, but to dwell within a hell Self created shell of hindsight Even harder to Move forward from the Comfortable bed The silent room The touch-less relapse Of memory addiction The daydream fix Of a what-if ****** The foot planted firm Atop excuses Atop excuses Atop good excuses Eventually, get over it Becomes a favorite phrase As I grow bitter Suppressed Full of emotional Pressure And now I wait for something to come No contingency plan For the most lazy cause of action Just dizziness Windowpanes to reflect my futile searching eyes Rain, to pitter patter a lost voice away And a dreamy nap May I stay here
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 4:47 AM UTC
Peach Dreams
If her hair was like seaweed Pulling me into those surfing blue eyes I would forever have sailed Upon the waves of her sadness, Dripping tears into her Lonely waters She spoke to me like A mother speaks to her baby Soft, sweet and gentle A pillow of kisses and compliments Smiling I was her lover We had found a pretty paradise Anchored and secure arm in arm Rich in happiness Hand in hand Dancing in the rain Just as simply as We mistook temporary as forever The power of loss spread it's Feared wings For distance accompanies all Reconciliation Ah, but to dwell within a hell Self created shell of hindsight Even harder to Move forward from the Comfortable bed The silent room The touch-less relapse Of memory addiction The daydream fix Of a what-if ****** The foot planted firm Atop excuses Atop excuses Atop good excuses Eventually, get over it Becomes a favorite phrase As I grow bitter Suppressed Full of emotional Pressure And now I wait for something to come No contingency plan For the most lazy cause of action Just dizziness Windowpanes to reflect my futile searching eyes Rain, to pitter patter a lost voice away And a dreamy nap May I stay here
#love#dream#depression#drugs#loss#forget#memory#plan
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 4:47 AM UTC
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