pen and paper
Friday, January 26, 2007
Ode to dreams
I dreamt
last night, of her again.
I dreamt
About kissing her
About holding her
In my arms.
And thought,
Wow.
Aren't I lucky.
Upon awakening,
I could still
smell her scent.
I could still
feel the warmth of her.
It was as if she'd really been there
And I hadn't dreamt her up.
last night, of her again.
I dreamt
About kissing her
About holding her
In my arms.
And thought,
Wow.
Aren't I lucky.
Upon awakening,
I could still
smell her scent.
I could still
feel the warmth of her.
It was as if she'd really been there
And I hadn't dreamt her up.
posted by *LadieFire* at 1:06 AM
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