7.23A Poem by Alisa2013, 1:02pm
The hundredth dream I had
last night showed me your eyes the hundredth and the last, they always end with you. The hundredth dream I had last night showed me your lips your arms much more soft than I remember. my mind keeps showing you to me convincing me to let you linger; stay a while for what? to feel your ghostly warmth lay its breath upon my skin? so I can revel in the memories we've made? and think up some more reasons for why I let you linger, or stay with me a while
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AuthorAlisaAmherst , MAAbout20, student. Constantly thinking, sometimes jotting, and always questioning. more..Writing
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