Dear Monsieur,
I've been listening to 'I Dreamed A Dream' a bit lately. It's exactly how I see my life right now.
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong...
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
All of that up there ^^^^^
I think I'm lonely, and dealing with death, and not fully over what has happened to ones I loved.
I just think I need my Monsieur. Now, Reader, you don't know who this Monsieur is, do you?
I think you'll either figure it out or I'll spill it.
Thank you for your time.

YOU ARE READING
Dear Monsieur
Non-FictionI consistently write to the anonymous 'Monsieur'. I speak of my feelings about life, death, people, or opinions. Just all of it. And I've decided that since I'm anonymous, I could share this with all of you. Enjoy, & Namaste.