Dream Poem by Pierre Pabstel
Dream
Siting, at my desk,
It's past 3, I can't sleep.
Ev'ry time I do,
I dream, dream of you.
'She beckons me forward,
Along the beach.
We fall to the sand,
Laughing hand in hand.'
I wake up, crying,
Knowing it wasn't real.
It never could be,
Never You and Me.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
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5/5/2024 3:07:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Good God man, depressing. I love it.