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Only On a Sunday.... This bed is just an empty joke
An endless reminder of
your tender scent
I wonder will you ever
come back to me,
or is the winter and
her frozen eyes to be mine alone
I can see the monster that I am
You do not have to be afraid of
my aim
I would never hurt you the
way you have done me
For I do not truly break hearts, my love
I simply conjure them into a deep sleep,
so they may dream and
forget my tired name
It is better that way.
Love Gone Again
The Essence of Falling Asleep
Dreams are for rest, not rememering
love is for pillows and wrinkled sheets
napping is for hot summer nights
caring is here and skin now
dozing is what puppies do
living is like love, it is now.
Lady A
10-31-14
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