Insominia Ambrose's Lover

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I'm a Wreck; she said not looking up

And at that moment I felt as if all the meaning and idyllic dreams of living outside of this cage I call a home blew away like a lone feather in the wind
I can't sleep away the pain because I'm trapped in my insomniac wonderland of not being able to close my eyes in ignorant bliss but to forever have tired bags under the dark grim orbs that hold the grey rings of illness that can't be helped.

Can I end it all Now?; she asked

Oh but then you'll sleep but not of happy dreams but of a nightmare just begun but then again your eyes would love to close but your heart can't yet bear to part with the sound of its own voice.

I forgot what it is to dream. She stated

Don't leave me. I do not wish to be alone. Stay here lay your head and sleep while I smile and cry melancholy tears that I'll no longer be alone happy you there sad you will part soon as they always do to leave me soon stuck here in a state of nether not sleep nor awake but barely drifting
We all have to wake up sometimes.
Smell the roses. I haven't since I was but a girl the rose my bittersweet lover love at first cut. How your beautiful thorns cut deep and rip into my heart infecting me with love and warmth yet the loss of your touch leaves me cold as a cry from loss.

I shall only dream of your if I was allowed.
My sweet rose your scent is magically intoxicating your precious red petals tickle my lips as I daydream of meeting again your warmth warped around me my sweet rosy lover.
Your warmth has never left me for your thorns are forever embedded in my heart
Cutting themselves deeper to my core as a struggle to confess my last words

"Sweetest Rose how I love you so, stay here and lay with me till my heart gives you all my love." she says blood sliding down the sides of her paling lips

Life draining from her dark hopeless orbs

"My most treasured Ambrose I bless you with the sweetest of dreams." He said laying a kiss upon thy paling lips as she slips into eternal rest

The wind kissing the lavender field with a faint echo of "Thank you" and a faint tear filled whisper of "Goodbye."
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