Sweet Dreams

June 9, 2008
I try to remember
Not to think
Too much of you.
I find myself,
Dreaming in the day,
Floating through the night,
Speaking with my heart,
and staying in a sweet abyss
Of complete obliviousness to everything
That isn’t you.
I try,
To shut my eyes,
and make blind this love that burns
Through everything,
And anything.

Love that feels, and love that sighs.
Love that whispers its sweet lullabies,
Into my ear I hear you say,
I need and breathe you every day.
But that wasn’t you,
It was not your voice.
I conjured it up in a secret ploy. To believe these things before I went to bed,
And dream of sweet nothings that were never said.

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