Poems From The Soul

RAM

"RAM"

I was 18 when I woke up.

She came, and she picked me up.

I packed my belongings the night before, various things from within the walls I once called my home.

Among those things, one of the most prized belongings, my old, worn down RAM album.

When I touched it, I remembered just where we began, and when I first began to wake up.

We were two hippies, in seemingly different worlds. One in a world of blue, and one in a world of violet.

We were longing for each other our whole lives, but we never knew it until we found each other.

Now I turn over, her hand is on my shoulder.

I say, "sunshine, the dream is over. My life has just begun."

And she says, with the wind blowing on her pretty face, "honeybee, we've only just begun."

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K, so? Backstory. I took a nap after my soul bitch left. And I had a dream that showed this whole thing happening. It had a very poetic vibe, and I wanted to make something out of it. I love you Tashinaaaaa :)) thank you for everything you have done for me. Idk just how much you realize it, but you've changed my life a lot. DEFINITELY FOR THE BETTER. I can't wait to live my life with you.