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Unreal

Unreal

A Poem by Jillian

You were my dream last night.

Stole me away from the hollow hotel room

and into your blurred eyes and crisp breaths.

I felt your calloused fingers on the nape of my neck,

pulling me closer,

closer,

closer.

Your voice in my head muttering words better left unsaid.

Your chest rising,

falling,

rising,

falling,

harmonizing with my sighs.

Take me back to a time when I wasn’t tumbling down,

lingering in hands that are not mine.

Take me back to when you told me, “I love you”

with open eyes and a clear heart.

Don’t throw me back to the reality of this empty room,

with perfectly purple walls and symmetrical tiles.

I’d rather be free in this dream with you.

Darling, won’t you set me free?

 

© 2010 Jillian


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wonderful , outstanding !!
the way you describe the room is just amazing .
the flow is perfect , as well as the language ... I'd like to read more of your writing keep it up

Posted 14 Years Ago


Love it please Write more

Posted 14 Years Ago


Beautiful. Imagining, dreaming of another time. Something thats passed by. Great way to capture it. Great write!!!

Posted 14 Years Ago



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