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I can't remember the last time I dreamed And that makes me sad Almost nostalgic For those days when my brain was too full To not dream Those days that marked me Colored me full Colored me pretty And interesting Like the pages of a printed Special movie edition book Now I'm more like An old leatherbound cookbook Beaten and worn from past usage Torn pages Yellowed corners Used But might as well be empty because I am used no more Full of beautiful recipes and possibilities But too weak and fallen apart To be reconsidered I can't remember the last time I laughed With someone who understands me With someone who couldn't say "Oh that's so funny" When I tell a joke that's not And instead berates me For being so lame But in a loving way But this does not make me nostalgic Because you always find someone better People come and go So do dreams I suppose... Somehow it's different Somehow it's not the same I need to have dreams to know I'm still alive inside And people can only prove I've got a physical body That's all
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
Dreamless
I can't remember the last time I dreamed And that makes me sad Almost nostalgic For those days when my brain was too full To not dream Those days that marked me Colored me full Colored me pretty And interesting Like the pages of a printed Special movie edition book Now I'm more like An old leatherbound cookbook Beaten and worn from past usage Torn pages Yellowed corners Used But might as well be empty because I am used no more Full of beautiful recipes and possibilities But too weak and fallen apart To be reconsidered I can't remember the last time I laughed With someone who understands me With someone who couldn't say "Oh that's so funny" When I tell a joke that's not And instead berates me For being so lame But in a loving way But this does not make me nostalgic Because you always find someone better People come and go So do dreams I suppose... Somehow it's different Somehow it's not the same I need to have dreams to know I'm still alive inside And people can only prove I've got a physical body That's all
pennythepoet
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24/F/American
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
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