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Dreaming?... dreamt. I wanted...want... to love you in ways all others can't. But my dreams keep fading yet I try to hold on, still ant..

Weren't you here? Didn't I see you sitting on the edge of my bed, reaching to brush the hair from my face? I thought I saw you. Was I dreaming? ..

Gently stroke my cheek as you brush the hair from my face, while staring into my eyes. Let me savor that last breath filled with anticip..

I can smile and make them believe I’m happy, and I can dance and forget the pain. I can romance a stranger with just a look, and I can do..

Going forward, one step at a time. Carefully I pace, slow and steady. I’m in control. Until... My heart leaps... then in an instant,..

The light from my clock serves as a bright reminder that I now sleep alone. In my bed, I toss and turn, as my mind plays the same sad song. I ..

Something I went through years ago. It always hurts when the "Holier than Thou" speak their own minds and do it using Gods name.

Under starry skies, I spoke into the wind; a request for a love I once dreamed existed. With my voice cast upon the wind I spoke of one who wou..

If I follow my heart and it shatters, shards of emotion strewn about carelessly as if its owner fell short of protecting its worth, would you l..

A short but to the point piece written for Yvonne's, "Whats The Story" contest.