| it was never just a dream... |
Its nearly 3am, words are exchanged.
lights are shut, on her back, in bed,
playlist on replay, sooths & mend.
a First type of comfort. almost perfect.
mind, body, heart.as whole. it says...
"whole heartedly". - the sooth +
Only the song " my immortal" can explain.
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i wish i never had to say anything to be
alright, i wish they could read my mind,
when all it said was "you".whe all it said
was everything i cant have.all i needed was
you to be home. all the ifs that can never face
its own realism.All the things i wish for. i can
never smile as i sleep again as much as i wanted to.
The song sings" you'd be alright", "i got you".
but my hrt only sees two hrts going apart. i'll miss you.
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_______________________________________
i wish i never had to say anything to be
alright, i wish they could read my mind,
when all it said was "you".whe all it said
was everything i cant have.all i needed was
you to be home. all the ifs that can never face
its own realism.All the things i wish for. i can
never smile as i sleep again as much as i wanted to.
The song sings" you'd be alright", "i got you".
but my hrt only sees two hrts going apart. i'll miss you.
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