Dreams And Things

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More Madness: Inner Monologues 

Make me feel 16 again. 

The rush as we first dive in,

driving and thriving 

no worries or doubts. 

You were my late night phone calls  

and stollen kisses on stone walls. 

You were early morning bus rides 

and late night starry skies.

You were my first everything;  

all the good things about love  

that I can't help but love. 

You shared it all with me first.  

What does that mean? 

Music hits me a little different now;

some songs I can't listen too for very long  

because without you they sound wrong. 

But I try not to ponder 

the love left asunder,

I remember the true 

the little things that only you  

could teach me to love. 

Precious car rides, 

drives with no destination. 

Love letters left with longing, 

and moments that belonged to only us. 

Dirt roads, 

and heavy stones to make us grow, 

but we move them pointlessly. 

Weddings on grassy hills, 

rings and diamonds 

things I have to see 

everyday. 

And they all 

remind me of you. 

So now what do I do? 

When I know I can never be 16 again.

V. Green