my heart stopped
as i watched you
veiled in silent silk
walking along the murky shores
of last night's reverie
i loved the way your hair had danced
in the muted silver breeze
and smiled for how you've always
made me feel
bathing my soul in depth
and committed to being yours;
only yours, only yours,
i eventually beckoned you
the echo ricocheted
all over creation
but caved in
as merely
disregarded
you failed to hear my call
and i was awoken
to ferocious tears
as i watched you
veiled in silent silk
walking along the murky shores
of last night's reverie
i loved the way your hair had danced
in the muted silver breeze
and smiled for how you've always
made me feel
bathing my soul in depth
and committed to being yours;
only yours, only yours,
i eventually beckoned you
the echo ricocheted
all over creation
but caved in
as merely
disregarded
you failed to hear my call
and i was awoken
to ferocious tears
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1 comment:
Such a sad dream... I've had many of them.
Beautifully written.
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