Sleep; the cousin of death
Yet I like the sweet sorrow
And I like how I could escape the sting of harsh reality
But feeling the serene essence of dreams
Finally finding real, genuine, authentic joy
Smiling a smile that isn't a disguise to cover my pain
No worry, no greed, no hate, no envy
Just total relaxation in my own little make-believe world
My dreams... my sweet dreams
Come to think of it, I saw his shadow haunting me
Ah... it's good to see him smile at me
But then suddenly,the morning light burns my eyes as I awake; still broken inside
It wasn't real... no, it had to be
My vision is clear
I hate it, he's not here; not here with me.
Will he ever be??
Until he falls for me again
I guess he'll only be a whisper in the night.
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-10-11 19:33:17
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