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Figment of a Dream
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Remnants Watching the free falling snow
Wishing I was holding you close
To embrace some warmth amidst this cold
I remember when it started as a dream
These thoughts of you and me
It seems to go full circle
Because the dream has become a memory
Wishing you were here, still
And i think I always will
But I know the truth when it crashes in on me
And the unfortunate reality
Is this will always be
Just a figment of a dream
I know time changes everything
And there's so much yet to be seen
But I can't see past what we've left behind
And no matter what, you're still on my mind
I know I said I'd let it go
That I'd be just fine on my own
But I can't let go
And I just don't know
Where everything went wrong
Or why our love has gone
And I know the truth when it crashes in on me
That this will always be
Just a figment of a dream
poem
i feel like this alot especially the relationship between dreams and reality good luck
When a dream
Becomes a reality, it is only then, that the figments become complete.
Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Sometimes figments are all we
Sometimes figments are all we have and they are incomplete. I think it would be fitting if you did not return to finish this poem. I think it has fulfilled its purpose beautifully! hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Leave it in figments?
I like the idea of that
And you have inspired a new folder where the incompletes will feel whole :)
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
I can only say
I can only say this..."beautifully expressed", and "you do not deserve to feel this, and only you can decide if you would rather feel like this, or face how beautiful, handsome, talented, tender, smart, and unique, and most of all...deserving of living with all that without anyone ever overshadowing all that light".
....♡♥♡
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
You're making me blush
With all that glorious praise.
Thank you. You've no idea how good that makes me feel.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr