Loving you was like dreaming.
I didn't know how it started. I had closed my eyes, trusting you to take me places I had always wanted to go but perhaps couldn't. For the time it was dark, you were all I knew. All that happened perhaps brought me to the edge, but I couldn't care less. It was just you and me, alone in the dark, and we didn't need more- our own world was enough. It was short, but long enough for me. The end was abrupt. And when the morning came, you were gone.
And now that I think of us, it's all fuzzy in my brain- was it because it was dark or because I wasn't thinking. Perhaps it will go away as the Sun blinds us, or maybe, it won't- maybe it will still be there, crawled into the deepest corner of my mind- just a vague recollection.
We were too good to be true.
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--Bridges--
PoetryOne of the favourite lessons reading books has taught me is that you're never alone, not alteast in thoughts and words. There are others who think like you, feel like you and react like you. It's like that sometimes, our unspoken thoughts are the b...
