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is just a title of a beautiful song. who knows whether there's any truth whatsoever in the sentiment. maybe i could hope that, that was the reason i was still here. still here in your dead, hopeless arms. still there...hoping for.. meaning. i guess
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 121 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-22-09 - id: 2712529
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you know, she's right.
dreams last so long
even after you're gone.
maybe you are here lying next to me
in the quiet of night.
but it's not you
who breathes those discontent little breathes in, and out
and repeats
and it's only the dream of what you were,
what we were,
thats keeping me here.
it's only the after scent of how your lost eyes
used to look,
it's only the faint breath,
of your used smile,
thats keeping me here.
i know.
it's unhealthy.
it's deceiving.
but,
there's that another thing they say,
Keep the dream alive
i wish i didn't still believe in your lies.
june 24, 2009
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