Memories are Dreams
I often dream of memories.
Or rather,
My memories have just become dreams to me.
Wishes and wants that I will never have.
Just out of reach, I see you.
So far away, I call out your name.
Maria! And the world around me becomes an echo.
You fade away...
And I run,
Trying to catch up with you before you go.
You're gone.
And there's no more running I can do to catch up.
All I can do now is run...
Away.
Tears Make Oceans
I woke up screaming your name today.
No, not screaming.
I was crying.
Tears were spilling from my eyes.
Yes, my eyes.
And I was trying...
To keep them inside.
How could I?
You were the only one that could stop them.
Your eyes held the ocean.
Now mine shed the tears that longed to create them...
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With Her Must I Wonder
Poesia"I often dream of memories. Or rather, my memories have just become dreams to me. Wishes and wants that I will never have." What would you do if you lost the lost of your life? How would you handle it? Could you handle it? This is a collection of po...
