Saturday, January 17, 2009

Of Death and Dreaming

I seem to dream of you Alot these days. Dreaming in colour and reality.
Everyone acts as though they don't realize that you'll be gone when I wake up.
But I know.
I was always the one who knew that you'd be gone one day.

You were a mirror for me, you displayed my image the way I never saw myself.
I saw the good parts of myself in you.
I still do.
I see you when I dream
but im still the only one who knows you'll be gone,
when I wake up.

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