The curtains I pull apart slowly. A sleepy cold breez touches my face... Your still sleeping, just keep dreaming, my beloved. Forget the night, forget the slow melody of a sigh, forget that I love you, which I never told you enough. Maybe that will ease the pain... Its a waste of your tears my dear, touch me, and you'll see that I'm nothing more than your dreams, I'm made of your dreams. I'll be gone by morning,
its not worth crying.
You are my purpose for existence. When you cry,
I die.
When you smile,
I fly.
I never want to see your blue eyes wet from your tears, that fall because of me.
I can't be there with you.
The city's dirty,
people are lazy,
the streets they don't clean. But with you, its still beautiful, full of life. You're sad these days... and I can't be there.
You really wrote something special here I.M.
Attending to a loved one in their dreams and comforting them through the same medium, is really a lovely concept and I would imagine hard to convey effectively but you succeeded here. I see the speakers form at the blinds just as the sun comes in and they just fizzle out.
You really can write well when you're in this mindset. Kudos
Happy Easter my friend.
Sadness brings out depth of words and imagery. A great write from you IF.It's your equal best and reading it again this tipped the post as a winner for me.
You really wrote something special here I.M.
Attending to a loved one in their dreams and comforting them through the same medium, is really a lovely concept and I would imagine hard to convey effectively but you succeeded here. I see the speakers form at the blinds just as the sun comes in and they just fizzle out.
You really can write well when you're in this mindset. Kudos
Happy Easter my friend.
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