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I woke up still dreaming, A silly little seeming. I dropped a cup upon your door, And your mom to my wonder, beckoned me forth. She asked questions I must confess, My mind remembers not but my heart craves, even at rest. She smiled down knowingly, and in that, Moment, greedily, My mind played tricks to give me reason To find you again, to beckon forth As if I was ever a prince. And you anything but, a nevermore. Oh, such, poison, sickly sweet, In those hazel eyes, and bountiful ***** In your perfect hair and perfect smile, That in my dreams a stranger convinces me, it's worth a while. Oh, broken heart, still beating, That even yet still needing, Something from days best forgot, From traumas that still burn hot. Go away, I say. Find a new devil to ache. Nay, nay. Nay. Ah am I more scared to remember, or more afraid to forget? And I may never find a lover, not one that's here, I only look in the distance now. She's the only one who can get near. Just me and my regret. Still just you. My Amanda Dear.
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC
Woke Up Still Dreaming
I woke up still dreaming, A silly little seeming. I dropped a cup upon your door, And your mom to my wonder, beckoned me forth. She asked questions I must confess, My mind remembers not but my heart craves, even at rest. She smiled down knowingly, and in that, Moment, greedily, My mind played tricks to give me reason To find you again, to beckon forth As if I was ever a prince. And you anything but, a nevermore. Oh, such, poison, sickly sweet, In those hazel eyes, and bountiful ***** In your perfect hair and perfect smile, That in my dreams a stranger convinces me, it's worth a while. Oh, broken heart, still beating, That even yet still needing, Something from days best forgot, From traumas that still burn hot. Go away, I say. Find a new devil to ache. Nay, nay. Nay. Ah am I more scared to remember, or more afraid to forget? And I may never find a lover, not one that's here, I only look in the distance now. She's the only one who can get near. Just me and my regret. Still just you. My Amanda Dear.
john-ashton-upston
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC
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