At night I see you in my dreams sometimes,
Alive again like when I last saw you,
Your body wrapped in celestial rhymes,
More ethereal than when I knew
You. Despite the beauty you betray,
You're just not real to me anymore,
Like a memory you're slipping away,
I can't see your face anymore. I pour
My heart out on a page trying to scrape
Away the quiet emptiness, the lonely
Despairing tears disfiguring the shape
Of what my eyes can see, but it only
gets worse. At this point I'll have to make do,
I'm still drowning in the memory of you.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
At night I see you in my dreams sometimes,
Alive again like when I last saw you,
Your body wrapped in celestial rhymes,
More ethereal than when I knew
You. Despite the beauty you betray,
You're just not real to me anymore,
Like a memory you're slipping away,
I can't see your face anymore. I pour
My heart out on a page trying to scrape
Away the quiet emptiness, the lonely
Despairing tears disfiguring the shape
Of what my eyes can see, but it only
gets worse. At this point I'll have to make do,
I'm still drowning in the memory of you.
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