13 March 2010

My Dear...

My Dear..My Dear,
How this pain is building up inside of me,
How it's cold mist makes me shiver,
How It keeps me awake
and spoils my dreams.

Do you feel it to?

My Dear..My Dear,
I stand there,
I watch the trees blow beside me,
I stare into the grey blue sky,
I wish. I wonder.

Do you wonder?

My Dear..My Dear,
I do not cry,
My Legs do not shake
My tears are silent,
they are invisible.

So that you cannot see them.

My Dear..My Dear,
I love the Autumn weather,
Crisp, cool, fresh.
I love the sounds.
The smells.

Do you love Autumn too?

My Dear..My Dear,
How I love to dream,
How I love to write
How I love to sing,
and How I love to scream.

Can you hear my screams?

My Dear..My Dear,
How I wish I had superpowers,
How I wish I had telepathy,
or super speed,
so I could run to the edges of my dreams.

Do you like to run or Dream?

My Dear..My Dear...






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