In my dreams, I was running.
In my dreams, I was being pursued.
In my dreams, I was hiding.
And I couldn’t tell from who.
The pocket of spaces, they are too dark.
My eyes, they couldn’t see beyond.
My fingers were cold and trembled
At the icy caress of nothingness.
In my dreams, the air was thick,
Thick with the smell of fear and dark.
In my dreams, the air was thick,
And it was suffocating to breathe.
But round the corner I came to find
The someone whose face I recognized.
The face of someone so familiar and true,
And I realize the face was no one but you…
You were someone I thought I knew.
You were someone I thought I understood.
But in the mirror, I couldn’t find, I couldn’t see,
The familiar reflection I call me.
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In my dreams, I was running.
In my dreams, I was being pursued.
In my dreams, I was hiding.
And I couldn’t tell from who.
The pocket of spaces, they are too dark.
My eyes, they couldn’t see beyond.
My fingers were cold and trembled
At the icy caress of nothingness.
In my dreams, the air was thick,
Thick with the smell of fear and dark.
In my dreams, the air was thick,
And it was suffocating to breathe.
But round the corner I came to find
The someone whose face I recognized.
The face of someone so familiar and true,
And I realize the face was no one but you…
You were someone I thought I knew.
You were someone I thought I understood.
But in the mirror, I couldn’t find, I couldn’t see,
The familiar reflection I call me.
Labels: poetry
-; little lotte } @ 3:28 PM

the superficial world.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
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