Night after night
you dreamed of her.
You wanted to return
to the dream once you
woke, but when you
did she wasn't there again,
just that sharp piercing
overwhelming heart pain.
You bought her the box
set of Mahler's 6th,, wrapped
it with a pink bow, not
a man thing, but well,
you know. In her eyes
you saw a new world:
blue skies, puffy clouds,
sun's light pouring down,
and sadly men that drown.
You loved her lips when
speaking or still, the redness
or paleness, the kissing from
and of them, which none
can condemn. You embraced
her in dreams and for real,
her body close to yours.
Arms encircling, hands touch,
words spoken, but not overmuch.
Night after night you dreamed
of her, kissing, making love,
holding hands, but that was then
in what you called, never ever lands.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC
Night after night
you dreamed of her.
You wanted to return
to the dream once you
woke, but when you
did she wasn't there again,
just that sharp piercing
overwhelming heart pain.
You bought her the box
set of Mahler's 6th,, wrapped
it with a pink bow, not
a man thing, but well,
you know. In her eyes
you saw a new world:
blue skies, puffy clouds,
sun's light pouring down,
and sadly men that drown.
You loved her lips when
speaking or still, the redness
or paleness, the kissing from
and of them, which none
can condemn. You embraced
her in dreams and for real,
her body close to yours.
Arms encircling, hands touch,
words spoken, but not overmuch.
Night after night you dreamed
of her, kissing, making love,
holding hands, but that was then
in what you called, never ever lands.
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