In my dreams I see you walk upon a sandy shore somewhere.
You keep your head down to the ground, the wind tosseling your hair.
I call your name into the air, yet the air is thick as concrete.
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I used to be a girl of glee.
With an open heart limitlessly free.
My aura used to drip with laughter.
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Your clothes are laced with ice and gold.
Your heart is coated with frozen mold.
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There is a box upon my dresser, it keeps what I hold dear.
When I am too close to it I'm overcome with fear.
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You called me to you yesterday.
You said we had to talk.
I know exactly what you'll say.
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My Moon
In my dreams I see you walk upon a sandy shore somewhere.
You keep your head down to the ground, the wind tosseling your hair.
I call your name into the air, yet the air is thick as concrete.
I try to yell and catch up with you, but my voice is now discrete.
I can not run, nor can I call.
Now I can do nothing but fall.
You watch me fall on the cold, hard ground.
You watch me from your sandy beach, the moon is nowhere to be found.
My eyes are closing, my heartbeat slowing, I know I'm sure to die.
The last thing I see is no one but you, my moon in the empty sky.