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In Your Skin Which Dreams the Night
0 reviewsBased on a Song. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Rated such simply because of what is implied.
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In your skin in which dreams the night,
My thoughts and desires roam freely,
Brushing your soul with the liquid sweets from my bleeding heart,
Roaming in the night's unfettered liberation of un-judged imagination
I take your emotions into my arms and whisper the ramblings I so desperately wish I could tell you in waking hours
Walking through the cloudy corridors of lovers never meant to be,
I confess the secrets that would uproot your deeply seeded life.
Taking your hands in the nightly concoctions my mind creates,
I give you all of my words, carefully memorized poems and songs that will always belong only to you
The carnal prepositions melt away and we are left with just the innocent and pure rain of breaths made solely so that another moment could be spent together
My supplication of companionship ends as it would in our cruel world of reality
You smile, kiss my forehead and remind me of the obligation you are tied to
The salt of my tears awakens me, but when I see your face again with sweet recognition a bite of the bitterness fades as I realize, yet another daily cycle of my re-occurring emotional tug of war begins,
With you,
My friend
My thoughts and desires roam freely,
Brushing your soul with the liquid sweets from my bleeding heart,
Roaming in the night's unfettered liberation of un-judged imagination
I take your emotions into my arms and whisper the ramblings I so desperately wish I could tell you in waking hours
Walking through the cloudy corridors of lovers never meant to be,
I confess the secrets that would uproot your deeply seeded life.
Taking your hands in the nightly concoctions my mind creates,
I give you all of my words, carefully memorized poems and songs that will always belong only to you
The carnal prepositions melt away and we are left with just the innocent and pure rain of breaths made solely so that another moment could be spent together
My supplication of companionship ends as it would in our cruel world of reality
You smile, kiss my forehead and remind me of the obligation you are tied to
The salt of my tears awakens me, but when I see your face again with sweet recognition a bite of the bitterness fades as I realize, yet another daily cycle of my re-occurring emotional tug of war begins,
With you,
My friend
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