dreams are strange
*Disclaimer* Before you read this poem I have to tell you what made me write it: I have had several dreams about this guy, who he is I have no idea, nor do I know what he looks like in anyway. It is always dark out. All through the dream I am the one chasing him and finally when I have had enough and stop, and I give up on loving him he finally notices me
but its too late, this is my poetic version of my dream
The light is shining from behind
I can see straight into your eyes
but do you see me
I am smiling straight ahead
but your expression seems so dead
you look right past me
I am calling out your name
as you walk away it rains
you can not hear me
I am running towards you now
there is never slowing down
you dont look back
Now As you stop and turn your head
suddenly Im dead
did you ever love me?
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but its too late, this is my poetic version of my dream
The light is shining from behind
I can see straight into your eyes
but do you see me
I am smiling straight ahead
but your expression seems so dead
you look right past me
I am calling out your name
as you walk away it rains
you can not hear me
I am running towards you now
there is never slowing down
you dont look back
Now As you stop and turn your head
suddenly Im dead
did you ever love me?
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