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In quiet times of heartbeat still, when dreams drift south, in lucid spill. when suddenly, in whooshed surprise, apparition reflects, in sparkled eyes.
I went to town to try and get on with the day, but it was no use. Everywhere in the city reminds me of you, streets we've walked together, places we've been to drink, eat, laugh.
Today the tears Fall freely, An untapped spring, Wasting it's waters On a barren land.
I woke up from a dream within a dream, Felt you there, a fabrication held at the seams, Your scent filling my vacant consciousness, Emotion enveloping an unguarded, sleepiness, The memory of a touch,...
Ruby red wine sits in the crystal glass. The dusty leather bound book a diary of the past. The old clock ticks, striking upon the hour The candle is no more, extinguished by the draught.
One day the saints came calling. They came and they took you home. And though we both we're falling. One of us would stand alone. I wonder if you see me, and all of my foolish ways.
I cup a warm coffee in my hands,. Listening intently to my families demands,. They sit next door, in the next room,. While I sit alone, lurking in the gloom,. I hear a laugh and a shout -.
Hello, goodbye Can you see me as I fly Right on by Like a satalight, oh so high Tonight Count the starbursts as they align Pick a random thought that crosses my mind Picture this, picturesque...
I lay alone on my side, Thinking of where your body resides, How that, if you were here, You'd curl up behind me, And murmur in my ear, Rough hands coveting my curves, Lingering in dips, ...
A little old lady. Walking up the hill. Evey morning at eight. Before she takes her pill. She used to look up. But now she looks down. The only thing she sees. Is the path on the ground.
I keep looking for The silver lining But the sun Insists on shining, Don't know how The rain cloud of Losing you Could ever have Anything at End of the rainbow, Except a lead-lined Pot of gold, A...
Don't you miss the sunny days. I look back And see them through a haze, I see happiness And joy In a glance But it seem so far behind. I need a friend, The forever kind.
In the beginning of life as I know it I asked you something that changed me. I asked you what your dreams were. You told me "I have only one.
The storm woke me up,. I thought is was you,. Knocking on my window at night,. I wish you would do. I left my window open,. And it started to rain,. And all I could think was,.
This memory is from the start of our relationship, about a month in, on a school trip to Washington DC.
#household There was bodies all around me, I was covered in the blood of my captain, the smell is what I remember the most, a horrible chemical stench.
#household. Grandpa when you passed. They said this feeling wouldn't last. Grandpa when I saw you. At the funeral home it all became true. Grandpa that day was so surreal.
Haunted by the bells and whistles, Each sound stinging me, like thistles. Reminders of what happened back then. I wish I had the chance to do it again. If only the situation could have been changed.
I woke up to the sound of music, But not that of which I'd like to hear, Church bells. Chiming a sad tune for poor Grandpa Tim's funeral.
In the aftermath of your ashes to ashes The fantasy billows of clouds are all allure To a soundtrack of lanterns on the lake.
I wear the hoodie you gave me; Burgundy red, buttons, Deep pockets, Soft, comforting, Made in Taiwan for Some chain store, H&M or Primark I guess, Just a hoodie, it's true, But so much more because...
#emotion #nightdwellers 3 months later... Welcome to...The Place. Yes, it was now mine. Couldn't really think that anything else would be right, except the only name I ever called it.
This one is less of a memory, and more of a song that we used to listen to. When I listen back to it now though, I can't help but pick up on its relevance now he's dead.
Rain pitter-patters down like the stepping of a child's feet. Translucent reflections of things that are now but a memory. A forgotten world where dreams meant something.