Your words. They make me dream , strange tales of you Not in the darkness of night but the fair light of morn I dream in daytime of love forlorn, of desire despair, hunger and greed, of pain and sorrow of joy and lust …of secrets best kept in deep dark places for when awake I must display no traces. These are the dreams I dream from the seed you have planted. within my mind the seed does grow , wrapping its roots around my thoughts and fears. I struggle to break free but the battle is in vain, my tortured mind writhes in abstract pain As the seed grows into a bent crooked tree, The one thought remains I wonder if you sometimes dream of me.
I dream of you if it was you that lifted me just above the ocean spray. I dream of you if it was you who split my desires in a million directions. I took a butterfly apart, it was caught in between infancy and reality, was it you? I stared down an endless pit in a vast, dry, open desert. Were you in it? I crave for strawberries and cream and laughter with a certain angel, life and wrinkles and many wishes half fufilled. If you're that craving, I dream of you.
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Your words.
They make me dream , strange tales of you
Not in the darkness of night but the fair light of morn
I dream in daytime of love forlorn, of desire despair, hunger and greed, of pain and sorrow of joy and lust …of secrets best kept in deep dark places for when awake I must display no traces.
These are the dreams I dream from the seed you have planted. within my mind the seed does grow , wrapping its roots around my thoughts and fears.
I struggle to break free but the battle is in vain, my tortured mind writhes in
abstract pain
As the seed grows into a bent crooked tree,
The one thought remains I wonder if you sometimes dream of me.
in your honour a toddlers attempt ....
I dream of you if it was you that lifted me just above the ocean spray. I dream of you if it was you who split my desires in a million directions. I took a butterfly apart, it was caught in between infancy and reality, was it you? I stared down an endless pit in a vast, dry, open desert. Were you in it? I crave for strawberries and cream and laughter with a certain angel, life and wrinkles and many wishes half fufilled. If you're that craving, I dream of you.
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