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As In A Dream
All those sad songs play on
the radio, and we remember days
when we were certain it could not be
us.
Warm summer nights, when there
could be laughter, with the moon
glowing above, at the promises
whispered, how perfect it might have
seemed.
It was a true dream, and as all dreams,
the day would come when we would
wake up, and it would all dissolve.
How certain we had been in a
fantasy future, but it was all too
perfect to be trusted, like a painting
it was all in our head.
One day it would all be gone
away, leaving us to wonder just
what has happened.
Words that once seemed to have
meant something, now hold no more
weight then a feather, there was happiness
where now only tears can be found.
We were wrong, though it felt so real,
I wonder if I only imagined you, and not
my mind has let go, though I wish I could
fall back into the illusion.
It always seemed too good to be true,
and so it has faded no matter what we
might have tried, our binds were just air,
blown away on the whim of the wind.
6:54 PM - 4/2/2006 -
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