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Sarah Helen Jun 2015
I’m sleep walking through life.
Numb to my darkest thoughts haunting me in my dreams, revealing the demons that's entered in my life.
Does he know?
He is so perfect in my eyes, how can I ever let him in?
I wish I can share the thoughts that I trap in a glass bottle, and throw into the sea hoping my problems will be washed away.
Afraid that my thoughts are so toxic that I’ll poison him; tearing him away from me.
I realize that this is a battle I must fight on my own.
I can only hope he’ll wait for me to bloom into the rose that he ready see in me.
Cassandra L Aug 2013
Oh my peaceful dreamer
how have I gotten here?
My legs will do the walking
when my dreams are all I fear.

Oh my restful darling
the sun is growing near,
all I ask is stay with me
and whisper in my ear.

Oh my sleeping sweetheart
the cliff I stand is sheer.
At the base I shall remain
when pain begins to sear.

Oh my peaceful dreamer
how have I gotten here?
I feel the darkness calling
so I must disappear.
Belle Victoria Apr 2015
people in love are more beautiful
than people who are not in love

you can see them becoming more awake
like for the first time something really matters

little lights shining in their eyes
when they hear the name of the person they adore most
the feeling that the time stops when you are with this human

but that wasn't the world I lived in

the princess in ******* you up
the queen of ******* you over
thats what they have always called me
and the only king I have ever had was a bottle of *****

every minute of the day we were talking
but whenever I was near you it always felt like sleepwalking

I didn't deserve a lover like you

you were like the gold I could never afford
you were like the clouds in the sky that I could never touch

life was a game and we were losing
or maybe I was just born different.
if I could write a song about you, it would be a love song.
Zoe Sanders Jan 2015
It's funny.
How your bed can be your best friend or your worst enemy
How it contains your worst nightmares and most splendid dreams
And how awful it is.
That people don't know how you feel
when you wake up and you still think the demons are real

Morning after morning I'm in fear when I wake
Trying to calm down fearing what it will take
and when I look back on what i did while I slept
I shake.

Because I cannot trust myself
While I am asleep.

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