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Contributed by Writersgift on Monday, 5th April 2010 @ 04:57:52 PM in AEST
Topic: DreamsandWishes

The days go by slow and the night slower. Your plans become to none and yet you are satisfied by it. I undress and slip in bed moving and rolling more then post. Comfort is not even real any more but a figmit of my imagination.
My sleep seems to be my life, my time of calm and peace. Of no pain. When my heart proves it is still beating.
   The night doesn't make beautiful sounds any more but a cycle of noises that are just connected to the dark mass past my window. Everything becomes an object with no purpose and nothing draws your mind from the fact that she is not beside you. As I lay here in bed eyes opened I Imagen her face. Her cute smile that makes mine act as if a mirror and her birth mark that gives me an excuse to admire her legs. It's amazing how much one person can hurt. Heart empty, dumb from a constant beat of suffering. My eyes are so dry when I yawn they hurt. A time of celabration is now a day of change that last only long anof for your heart to remind you that you celabrate something that means nothing.
   I now roll to my right side as slomber creeps up on me as I smile for maybe she will meet me once my eyes close. Will my dream bring me to her hands, her soft lips. Will my arms stretch around her body and feel my eyes with tears of joy. My dreams are now the closest thing I'll ever get to what I pray for every night.
   My eyes slowly close as suddly they are opened and I stand in a park, in the distant Kelsey sits on a swing as she waves at me with a smile that bring life back to my body. I walk tourds her as i breth the first breath of happyness... I'm home

Copyright Â© Writersgift ... [ 2010-04-05 16:57:52]
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