Nothing but sleep I've done today really travelled my dreams outside wet windy and cold no reason or need to go out Drift from dream to dream, even go back to a dream after waking I dream of my girl still feel the sweetness of her kiss upon my lips Her arms that once held me so tight the softness of her breast brushing the hairs on my chest Her hands caressing my body, so wonderful these dreams I'll never let go, hang on to the dreams I hear her say, love Is not just for yesterday
Love not just for yesterdays love forever I can relive my life with my wife through my dreams
Walking down the hall, The hall of memories, When I was happy and carefree. Every time I look at them, I wish I could go back and relive them. Relive the best moments in life because ever since I was 8, my happiness was ruined.
I walk down the hall and look at every single photo. I try to remember that day in which that photo was taken, and when I do remember, I space out and start crying because I know that I will never be that happy again.
When I get to the photo of a baby picture, I stop and think, what an innocent little body and face, I wonder what it would be like if my innocence wasn't taken.
Don't tell me that you understand. Have you scooped out my eyes? Like they were vanilla ice-cream. Have you cut them open? To see what they have seen. Have you dug up all the memories? To see what was buried in them. Have you tried?
You will never know what I have experienced. Even if you took my eyes, you wouldn't be able to feel it.
Where does the poet turn when the words cannot be found who will see him through quiet nights and solemn days as he fumbles in thought at a scene already written an emotion already spent the frightening possibility that his dreams have all been dreamed his nightmares all survived the poet's eye if narrowed is blind
a cold wind turns the corner as he makes his way to the nearby park with pencil and pad he will gaze in infinite wonder the children at play the Sun on the bay and he will wish he could live the words once again
I've heard my heart many times, saying " I'm haunted by humans. " I saw my words bleeding. Then gazed at her's, which gave me hope or perhaps something more, " Life ". The bleeding words healed. Broken smiles revived. The silent heart beat in new rhythms. My pale face re-lit.
sometimes, being inspired by someone or being influenced by someone and importance to that person can make you revive yourself or rather help you find who you are n what you are. so keep trusting people though it's heart-breaking when they break your trust, it's just a temporary pain, you'll forget all about it when you find that person who'll love you n care for you to the ends of the universe. too much said :) sorry if it was boring.. hope you'll like this xo
You can either take a photo or shoot a video. A Photo reminds you of the past and makes you wish time had stayed frozen. A Video lets you relive a moment, fulfilling your need to stay young and to be lost in an endless loop of memories.