Rachelle cuellar


Day Dreams Of Reality

Our memories are drowning me with happiness and sorrow and thoughts about tomorrow.
Your in my head constintly
im not sure if your real anymore
since the simple touch of you has become an illusion, a dream, an aparation of my deepest being.
I cant tell if your reaching out for me
or if my soul is bursting for just that glance,
that chance,
that last breathe of you.
Please tell me its not just me?

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