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Just a little poem I've been working on...

9:45 pm Thursday, 5th April, 2012

I dreamt of you last night,

I snored in romantic bliss.

The dream was very vivid,

as vivid as a big wet kiss.

The dream felt different though,

I felt like I didn’t know you.

You look exactly the same though,

your hair, your eyes, your coffee and its brew.

I didn’t know your name or who you were,

everything was all blank.

You still looked strangely familiar,

but no one from my old memory bank.

You sat at McDonald’s drinking coffee,

i sat at McDonald’s eating a Big Mac.

3 tables apart I ogled away,

staring at your beautiful hair so black.

Then a familiar feeling struck me,

a funny feeling I’ve felt before.

I know I’ve felt this urge once,

so to talk to you, my heart would implore.

As i approached you that fateful dream,

caterpillars gnawed at my guts.

Butterfliues flitted in my lungs,

soffocating me better that cigarette butts.

But then I knew what it was,

I found out what it all meant.

I have let you live in my heart,

without paying a single cent of rent.

Then I wake up to the day,

the dream had already ended.

I admitted the truth to my pillow,

my heart had been ripped out and suspended.

Suspended in animation,

it only beats for you.

It beats like a beat box,

to a groovy beat, it’s true!

I’ve had this dream the night before,

and several nights before that.

I dreamt of being smitten by you,

more than i dream about owning a talking siamese cat.

So here I am writing about my dreams,

here I am asking why it happens to me.

I’m already incredible undeniably in love with you

as incredibly and undeniably as can possibly be.

But you see the reason why,

it’s as simple as the word simple is.

The reason I keep dreaming,

simpler than an elementary quiz.

I have fallen all too hard,

over my head and all down the stairs.

I have fallen all too hard,

harder than concrete or wrestling with bears.

And I am still falling deeper,

further into slumber beyond reality.

In real life I can fall no harder,

so in my dreams I continue my insanity.

No mortal means can describe,

how bad it is I have it for you.

So in my dreams I’m still falling,

deeper than the deepest ocean that’s blue.



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