subconcious pastimes

Jun 06, 2004 00:50

in the darkened dead of air ( Read more... )

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blackperoxide June 5 2004, 22:54:00 UTC
Its funny how,
things work out
the ones we need
don't know we're there
If I were sand
and you were ocean
the moon would be
what pulls you to me
I wake up and think dreams are real
I sleep so I don't have to feel
the truth that you can never be
the one person that won't ever forget me

I hope that dreams
come when I die
so we can talk
I won't wake up
I'll ask you how
your life worked out
I'll never know
that I'm just dreaming
I wake up and think dreams are real
I sleep so I don't have to feel
the truth that you can never be
the one person that won't ever forget me

Lemme sleep some more...
"dream to believe" -armor for sleep

this poem so reminds me of that song for some reason ..

babe you are ridiculously good at writing this stuff..and no playing it down about i wrote it really fast blah blah ..no nope.

i'm all for catching just one more glimpse

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