captured in a picture
remembered in a laugh
thinking of you as time pass
through breath, your last
grasp.
I hold your hand.
you gasp.
what am I to do
from no where do I go
pulling through
thoughts i hold
I am a dreamer
I don't think of the end
I close my eyes
And go again
to the land of pretend
but what if it were real
would your absence still hold true
or push more toward
what I've thought before
of you
pulling through
And the lights in sight
protruding the night
you stand up right
And tell me to sit down
should have said before now
dreams don't always provide
the way we see it in our minds
I conclude the only reason I can't fly
is your not at my side
so I'll buy a bunch of balloons
And enough string to reach the moon
when I smell your lingering perfume
from the first floor of heavens rooms
I'll be seeing you soon
at least that what I assume
cause that's what I seen
in my dream
it came in clear and clean
your wearing your "I'm with stupid" t-shirt
the fingers pointed at me.
your holes in the knees blue jeans
the "I love you" bracelet that i made for your wrist
I'm there to I look like shit
you still give me a kiss
you've given me everything on my wish list
all I know becones all I miss
even your lisp
that come out yojr lips
and makes the sound it does
everything about you I love
with out you its tough.
I open my eyes
first day.... that your not there
I think of how its not fair
I openly deny
like I'm unaware
I set the table for two to be shared
at an empty chair I stare
trapped in my head I scream
and go back to my dream.....
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