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A poem I made.

Close your Eyes. Just Dream.

Late nights. Another Morning. Waking up to an empty bed.

Imagining her there, lying next to you.

Wishing that time could just rewind.

You’re sitting, holding your knees on this old’ busted spring mattress, with all that’s left is the smell of her presence on your pillow.

You’re in this place called a world, where all you want and Everything you need is in a dream.

You dreamt of her Beauty and the way her eyes caught you. Your eyes were Liars. They deceived her. In reality, your just lost in Honesty. Another night, another dream wasted.

Your waking up to that empty bed again and a twenty-four hour day set on repeat.

Your paused at this red light, where the interstate ends, the end of your designation; your head down on the dashboard.

Her fingers playing through your hair, you’re stuck on that smile of hers. She’s getting closer now. She speaks but says Nothing, nothing at all.

You Miss the bites that would break your skin and the lips that touched yours, and the taste of them. You like the feeling you get when you’re with her but you lack to describe it.

She gets you Everytime.

You want to be paused at this site you see, and stuck in this good silence you hear, and the beat in your chest that you feel. Even if only it’s a dream, even if only.

It’s All you Ever Wanted.

Now turn off the ignition and set your clock backwards, and rest you eyes child, and go to sleep. This time your not waking up, even if this red light changes.

A 1,000 times goodnight she said.

And this cassette is at it’s end.

-Ryan phillip riot :)

 5/14/08

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