the foot of the brooklyn bridge
AnnaMelinda
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I rode my bicycle in to lower Manhattan
Seemingly looking for you
But you weren’t there
You were here
The place I know you swore you’d never be again
Living somewhere
Not with me
But you were you
You were you know…only here
I had my bicycle
At the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge
What to do
I was tired and confused and did what I knew...
I called you for you advice
As I always do
You weren't feeling well...
We discussed my options
Then you said you could just come get me
You really wanted to do it
You told me to wait….
Sit off to the side
You will find me…
And then we’ll have some fun.
Then my son cried
I opened my eyes
My dream was over
You weren’t here
You won’t be here
In fact…you’re nowhere around
I can’t even call
I can’t tell you my dreams anymore...
Who will I call
When I’m standing alone
At the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge?
Seemingly looking for you
But you weren’t there
You were here
The place I know you swore you’d never be again
Living somewhere
Not with me
But you were you
You were you know…only here
I had my bicycle
At the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge
What to do
I was tired and confused and did what I knew...
I called you for you advice
As I always do
You weren't feeling well...
We discussed my options
Then you said you could just come get me
You really wanted to do it
You told me to wait….
Sit off to the side
You will find me…
And then we’ll have some fun.
Then my son cried
I opened my eyes
My dream was over
You weren’t here
You won’t be here
In fact…you’re nowhere around
I can’t even call
I can’t tell you my dreams anymore...
Who will I call
When I’m standing alone
At the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge?
sometimes life don't leave you alone
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I had the dream about 5 minutes before I wrote it.
(About 20 minutes ago...yawn...)
Thank you.
More than any of the others
Because who will I call when I'm standing alone at the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge? Really....
There's no one else I'd want to call.
Sometimes I hate waking up.
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
:(
catefrancis wrote about hearing a crinklling
of an unspecified package by the bedside
and I went to sleep the night I read it
more toward the morning i dreamt that i
was living in a flop house, or a commune
or a hostel with my mate and she and i were o.t.r.
we were both sitting on the commodes
of one of those commodes-for-two
configurations, reaching into the blue cardboard box
pulling out plugs
crinkling the paper
she asked me if she'd gotten any blood around her mouth
and while i told her she did not
you could see some.... just a little