It was so real. Every detail of her face was there, each freckle as I remember it, everything was just as it should be. She turned in my arms and I could feel the rustle of her clothes against my skin and I could feel her soft skin, baby's skin. She looked up at me and smiled, that magnificent smile and I kissed her petal pink lips. The scent of her filling me as I held her close and then I woke and as soon as I realized that it was nothing more then a dream I wanted to cry. It was so real. How could I not have woken to find her lying close to me?
I think about it and this overwhelming sadness fills me like an empty cup. Why was she not sleeping in my bed where she normally is?
Curse the dreams that have mixed too long with reality.
This void of void of emptiness
where upon my waking soul
lack of warmth
the desolate land
reality mixed with dreams
too far sunken in
Stain of stain of emptiness
this sadden riddled land
where men of men
no longer stand
This void of void of emptiness
can no understand?
Nena
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Soon, my love. When comes Christmas and New Year's. i get this feeling that single thought is what will get me through the weeks of finals prior: That i'll get to use my own, personal space heater again, just like it should be. ^^
I love you, bebe. Smile for me?
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