Dreams I am dreaming on somber sands.
They slip threw my pale boney fingured hands.
I think of you with a longing glance and a braking heart...
Tommorrow is the start, of the day before. Another day I pass in pain only wanting you to understand.
To understand my guessing.
In my wildest dreams, I dare hold you close...
Yet, as I wake, I feel your ghoust...
I feel your ghoust. Ever so cold
And I rise from my bed....
I try and pick up my dreams, from the ashes in my hands but everytime I try and graspe it....
It slips away like grains of sand threw my pale and boney hands.
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