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Makes me
Die inside
Knowing we
Were something
Before
I'm awake again, looking in my solitude at the midnight sky once more.
There are no lights coming from above, but a canopy of thick grey clouds that keep the starlight away.

And again, you've awaken me
Though you never meant it
Though you'll never know.

Was I dreaming?
Or was I thinking?
Or just remembering?
It matters not, you were there again, inside my head.

It seems I think and dream so much of you that I have unwittingly carved your delicate face in the inside of my eyelids.

Well, that's bad news for me,
I thought I'd get my mind back,
That somehow I'd disenchant myself.

Now it seems that's not to happen,
Now it seems you've bewitched me for ever more.
Though you never meant it
Though you'll never know.
You haunt my nights


I gathered my thoughts,
finding...
each of them was you
It's there,
           in that Treasure Chest
Locked up tight,
          next to my bed
I don't know who has the
                     k e y
At night,
             I can hear it inside
It's not too loud,
        but it whispers to me~
                    "let  
                           me
                                out"

I do not cry,
but I say to it very gently~
           "I have
                    to wait
                            for the
                                    key"


When someone finds it,
          Will you let me know?
My heart's still
          b e a  t i n  g
            in that treasure chest
Although it's been broke
                It's wants to be
                              f r e e
          So please,
    Help me unlock my broken heart that's been torn all
                         a  p ar  t
     Release it back into me,
            So I can love,

             B
                       r
                              e
                               ­     a
                                         t
                                           h
                                           e

             and
Finally be free...  

*Do
      you  
           have
                  the
                      key?


I miss you but I don't know who you are
Want to touch you but you're just so very far

You visit my dreams but we've never even met
It's where I always tell you how much we could have meant

Imagining your scent I close my eyes and slowly inhale
Fantasising of the sunset into which we could sail

The taste of your lips is a memory I'm waiting to have
Yet all the time wishing it's one I'd already had

Will your embrace, I wonder, ever be mine to steal?
Feeling your warmth, mending this heart that needs to heal

I'll hold this dream in my mind so tight and so very close
One day maybe you'll come true! I'll pray, and who knows?



~


Something is missing from deep inside but will I ever know?
Tell me where you are and to this place I will surely go

Within my dreams there's a place that feels so very real
A gentle voice in the beautiful distance mirrors the way I feel

The scent of Jasmine reminds me of a face I've never met
My heart remains loyal and my mind is already set

Full lips, I imagine, leaving 'lust' as a subtle taste
I reach out to caress you but lose the memory of your face

It's like you've already held me but left the imprint on my heart
I would readily begin searching if I knew just where to start

This fantasy, visiting only at night, will stay with me 'til death
and when I leave this earth, your name will fall upon my fragile breath
This is about 2 people dreaming of their soul mate. They haven't met but are waiting and dreaming about each other.
It's not home
If you're not there too
I'm more comfortable
Being with you
Than I am being
alone
your
fingertips
were electric, each
touch lit a thousand sparks
and as your hands traced patterns up
my back and you tangled your fingers in my
hair i almost thought we were invincible, a force to
be reckoned with, but we were never enough to light a fire
I haven't written anything in months so please forgive how absolutely terrible this is. Writing doesn't come easily to me anymore.
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