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I dreamt of you last night. I know it's stupid, I haven't talked to you in months. But there you were. In my dream we talked like old times. Laughed like old times. And we're happy. I dreamt of the softness of your hair. The way you always called me short. The dark brown color of your eyes. Oh those eyes. I'm always lost in them. I'm addicted to just staring into your eyes and being wrapped in your arms. It's calming. I remember those hugs helping me with my depression. And I could talk to you about anything. I did talk to you about everything.
I dreamt of you last night. We talked. We danced. We laughed. We were happy. You walked me to the place where we first met. And you leaned in a whispered in my ear "I love-" and then I woke up. I was smacked in the face by reality. You haven't said those words in months...
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Feelings Never Fade
PoetryA bunch of stupid poems and other things I write. Some are depressing. Some are happy. Most are depressing. And at the beginning of each one I put the initials or sometimes the entire name of the person I wrote that poem about.
