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In My Dreams

Nothingman54Nothingman54 Posts: 2,251
edited March 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Only in my dreams I'll find you
Gone forever
Lost without a trace
Only in my dreams I can touch you
Only there I can kiss your face
I hope to stay asleep forever
Until the day we meet face to face
I have longed to kiss your lips
I have longed to touch your face
I'll be back
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    Isn't this the third time you've posted this?

    You can just bump the old ones you know! :)
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  • midnight tunesmidnight tunes Posts: 96
    aren't dreams the best....
    love is free
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    midnight tunes wrote:
    aren't dreams the best....

    I think the best dreams are the ones that come true. Otherewise, they're kinda a waste of time. :p
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  • imspinninimspinnin Posts: 933
    dreams are messages of the soul...love your poem! ;)
    If I could be anything in the world I would be your teardrop...I would be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    imspinnin wrote:
    dreams are messages of the soul...

    Actually, that's true. :)

    I guess I was just feeling cranky earlier when I wrote something so negative!
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  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    by Roy Orbison

    your poem reminds me of this song.. thank you


    A candy-colored clown they call the sandman
    Tiptoes to my room every night
    Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper
    Go to sleep. everything is all right.

    I close my eyes, then I drift away
    Into the magic night. I softly say
    A silent prayerlike dreamers do.
    Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.

    In dreams I walk with you. in dreams I talk to you.
    In dreams you’re mine. all of the time we’re together
    In dreams, in dreams.

    But just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone.
    I can’t help it, I can’t help it, if I cry.
    I remember that you said goodbye.

    It’s too bad that all these things, can only happen in my dreams
    Only in dreams in beautiful dreams.
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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