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i believe that through our dreams
we can re-write moments
once lost to time.
not as in, to alter what has already come
but merely to glimpse back;
as to what may have been.

reliving the same sequence of events
trying to find, how each moment
played out best.
i dream of holding you again.
longer, closer;
each breath more synchronised
than the last.

every night i fall in love with you
all over again in my mind
yet, we always end up back;
stuck, in the same place
at the exact same time.

with you, taking my hands in yours
your head pressed against mine;
a gentle mumble
pushed across your lips
you ask;
“how could you forget me?”
and then, like from a hellish nightmare
i awaken once more.

i don’t know if loving someone
could be more tragically poetic;
perhaps, the greatest trick
the devil ever pulled
was crossing our paths.

you asked me;
“how could i forget you?”
i can’t.
i never have.
every single night
i find you in my head;
just to speak to your ghost,
too utter sweet nothings in your ear
and to be hopelessly lost
utterly and completely entranced
in your gaze once again.

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its a curious thing;
that now even at it’s end
and through it all,
the sheer ecstasy
and complete heartache
my mind will only
and always remember you
in your most perfect form.
the heart wants;
what the heart wants.

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honey, you ruined me
for anyone else
nothing could ever compare.

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now all that remains
amidst the frost and the dew
a sun beam in an indian summer
and memories of you
sometimes; our ability to not forget
is the most tragic kind of pain
and the more that things change;
the more they stay the same

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waves crashing amidst foam
the sky lost behind cloud
an ocean swelled in my lungs
when her voice spoke aloud
those waters pulled me under
and as i drowned, i gazed above
her magic, unlike any other;
an unspeakable kind of love

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the hardest part;
is knowing what
we could have become.
how the planets would
bend between us,
how the stars would weep;
in awe of our love.
how the heavens would burn
whenever we’re apart
our atoms belong together.
they have traveled
across an ocean of time
from one life, to the next
bound to each other
forever searching,
forever entwined.
that’s the hardest part;
admitting, i was made,
to love only you.

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in our words
we are made immortal
across an ocean of stars
through the window of time
the past is but a bridge
we cross in our mind
each night i walk silent
through darkness i tread
between this world
and another;
too find you in my head
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