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I've been up all night,
Even in my dreams;
'cause the thought of you is salivatingly real. Way too real.
Do I dream of you? Do I think of you?
Do I hope for you? Live for you?
"As surely as I breathe."
I've been asleep all day,
Even when I'm awake;
'cause the thought of you is too good to be anything but a daydream.
~
"Wake up and smell the trodden sod. All the roses have withered away." - my pessimistic self's advice to me.
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Love Untold
PoetryThere's a certain kind of warmth that slides off the edge of your thoughts, heavy and slick, dark and veiled, silky and smooth as ink to imprint on your heart. ...and these are those words. Special thanks to @sparrowed
