I guess I've been thinking
The story mountain we made
And the characters didn't even get their lives told
Because ours crashed and burned before we could handle it
I guess I've been thinking
The story mountain we made
And the characters didn't even get their lives told
Because ours crashed and burned before we could handle it
You cared;
I tried to.
You did;
I thought I did.
I wanted so badly
to be a character in my books
and to feel longing
to feel needing
to feel love and to
be loved
The thing is,
I can't get over it.
It sticks in my memory
unforgettable
and I want it
but I know it was just
subconscious dreamland.
It was old
I dreamt
it was next year
everyone I loved was there
tall chairs
light work
not reality
everyone
perfect
I woke up and I felt his love
butterfly wings against my cheek
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