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Dreams
We talked about dreams
We talked about dreams
We talked about dreams
We talked about
Life
& Music
& Poetry
We talked about
YOU & ME
We talked about hate & pain & all our shames
We talked about family & greed & what we need
Then we talked about hope and love and a future of
What Ifs...
We talked about parents & children & where we have been
We talked of Passions
Of Peeves
Of our deepest needs and darkest fantasies
We talked for hours, for days, of all our ways
...and then...
One day we didn't talk at all
And i stopped looking forward to waking up to a life
absent of you
And the wounds within that had Finally started to mend split wide
Like the parting of the Red Sea
And proceeded to
Bleed Insecurities
And pain coupled with shame began to consume my happieness
Then as time passed I began to feel like I was wearing a mask always
Because...
Life proceeded to get worse and the only person I could talk to happened to be
There
No
Longer
Then when I talked it was with
Resigned
Acceptance Of the uncontrollable
And there was nowhere to go but forward
So now instead of talking I write things down
And when I write
...I write of dreams...
We talked about dreams
We talked about dreams
We talked about
Life
& Music
& Poetry
We talked about
YOU & ME
We talked about hate & pain & all our shames
We talked about family & greed & what we need
Then we talked about hope and love and a future of
What Ifs...
We talked about parents & children & where we have been
We talked of Passions
Of Peeves
Of our deepest needs and darkest fantasies
We talked for hours, for days, of all our ways
...and then...
One day we didn't talk at all
And i stopped looking forward to waking up to a life
absent of you
And the wounds within that had Finally started to mend split wide
Like the parting of the Red Sea
And proceeded to
Bleed Insecurities
And pain coupled with shame began to consume my happieness
Then as time passed I began to feel like I was wearing a mask always
Because...
Life proceeded to get worse and the only person I could talk to happened to be
There
No
Longer
Then when I talked it was with
Resigned
Acceptance Of the uncontrollable
And there was nowhere to go but forward
So now instead of talking I write things down
And when I write
...I write of dreams...
Published 16th May 2013
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17th May 2013 4:27am
28th May 2013 8:51am
Thank you and yess I learned a Long time ago that dreams are gonna stay dreams until you do something to make them other :)
27th Aug 2013 10:52am
Very elegant and tasteful we all need someone who we can connect with on a personal level but when you loose that person the pain is great but writing is a good way to express yourself
8th Sep 2013 11:17am
Elegant. hmm....i like that. Yes, i especially am one who needs someone to connect with...without it I'm lost. And yes the pain was unbearable for a time, but after awhile it dims and you find a replacement . . . albeit a sad one but a replacement none the less
16th Sep 2013 3:48pm
I love this poem...well done and such an enjoyable and relatable read... thanks for sharing
17th Sep 2013 00:44am
21st Sep 2013 2:54pm
