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This Is Not A Dream
These words i write, they come to me
mostly in the darkness of the night,
as if haunted from the past
or perhaps a spell that was cast.
My love has been defiled
from the promises that did not last.
Your love has become my darkest dreams
or so it would seem....
My hands reach out to touch you.
My arms they long to hold you.
My lips call out your name
over and over its always the same.
I quickly sit up in my bed
as endless thoughts run through my head,
and then my heart begins to scream
as i tell myself its only a dream.
These wicked memories of...