coded yet clear, by Stilltraveler
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There was winter where nothing so simple as dreams of
reality made love a beautiful fallacy.
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I don't know what more 2 convey about how this last race was
played. I tried, I strived, I even did confide & yet I felt
as though I've died. Sleep has escaped me & sporadically
captures my mind. @ times it wants 2 wine & dine w/feelings
that never seem 2 unwind, ever going like a peace of π,
yet your the 3 & I'm the # @ the end of the ∞ strand.
Still one in the same yet... and still I only wish you the
best, 4 u 2 b blessed w/happiness. |
Posted: 2010-03-07 16:41:15 UTC |
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2010-03-05 17:18:30 | Tikva |
I've nightly dreamed of a life with you,
Marriage, children, and a little goat, too,
Seemingly perfect, but too different to be,
I only hope that someday you can see,
I never meant to hurt, though I know you don't agree
I couldn't dream, you made me dream again,
Everything seemed different, I thought you were the one,
Let us both find our way and maybe be friends on the way? |