The curtains I pull apart slowly. A sleepy cold breez touches my face... Your still sleeping, just keep dreaming, my beloved. Forget the night, forget the slow melody of a sigh, forget that I love you, which I never told you enough. Maybe that will ease the pain... Its a waste of your tears my dear, touch me, and you'll see that I'm nothing more than your dreams, I'm made of your dreams. I'll be gone by morning,
its not worth crying.
You are my purpose for existence. When you cry,
I die.
When you smile,
I fly.
I never want to see your blue eyes wet from your tears, that fall because of me.
I can't be there with you.
The city's dirty,
people are lazy,
the streets they don't clean. But with you, its still beautiful, full of life. You're sad these days... and I can't be there.
You really wrote something special here I.M.
Attending to a loved one in their dreams and comforting them through the same medium, is really a lovely concept and I would imagine hard to convey effectively but you succeeded here. I see the speakers form at the blinds just as the sun comes in and they just fizzle out.
You really can write well when you're in this mindset. Kudos
Happy Easter my friend.
This is sooo cute. Sad music, and beautiful lyrics. That is how I would describe this piece. All I read in the comments, on other pieces of your writing, saying you are the greatest, is true. You are an awesome writer.
Don't be sad...I know how you feel though. Wonderful write, my friend. I always enjoy your work. I got all teary-eyed while reading this. This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing :)
I like this and my view was the pain of being apart from a loved one and how you can reach them in a dream only for it to disappear by morning and the pain starts all over again! This is a great write and the pain and tears can be felt!
Hi Infernal Machine. I do like the way you have presented these thoughts. Not a story and not a verse, just written how the mood has taken you. Your thoughts have come through your words and I hear the tears. A really good write, alf
For one it is tough to be away from a loved. The air you breathe didn't even seem to be the same. And when one can't be there with their loved one due to the fate of others, it is like choking. You can taste the sweet air of being there for them, with them, but it slowly slips away as reality crashes down on your windpipe. I wish i could help, i honestly do, but sadly i can not. I am sorry. Stay strong dear