The Dreams Don'T Last Long Anymore
Here, there, everywhere
tired and dreaming of her
long before she let go,
and I was happy,
lost now I feel nothing.
The dreams don't last long anymore,
not like they used too.
I awake in the middle of the night,
to a howling wind swirling outside my window,
the dark creeps on my heart,
I try to smile,
act as if I was a blind man,
but sadly that wish never comes
and I hug my pillow,
where her sweet head lay
in the days before,
tears run down my rough cheek
and wets the dry pillow case
of my soul.
-10-28-2013-
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