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The Dreamer

It's hard to count the days and nights I lay alone without you, who are you? That's yet to be known. All I know is that some nights I cannot sleep for my dreams are only of you, and your whole. You who have yet come into my life takes up half of my life within my dreams, my wants, my desires. I find it hard to go along without you, so I dream more. Your scent, your touch, the need to have you with me is so strong sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat. Breathing hard and heavy. I need you with me so badly I crave the longing touch of another.

I keep my eyes open out for you, but my mouth betrays what my heart wants. I do not want a typical Jill, I want you. But here I am finding it hot with another female in the late of the night. It's not you, it'll never be you, I conclude to myself. If I was ever to find her Id have to be dead, for such a pure true beauty does not exist here. But I'm stubborn, and I wanna keep looking for you despite all the evident truths I face. I'm a coward, weak, useless and not the kind of guy anyone of your Angelic stature to bother herself with. I'm not worth the dirt I sleep in. I can see you fading away with each doubt and fear that cross my mind that I won't be the one for her, and it's painful.

So go the days and nights I live without you. I decide to just live alone, spend my time with who I can just to satisfy the needs of a long hopeless dream, No, an fictional idea. There is no such thing as you, you do not exist. The perfect being to me is nothing but an unreal dream, and my happiness suffers because of it.

But even so I say, I can't continue to live in need of you. To know your touch, your smell, your voice. They now all fall into deaf sense. I stop believing in my dreams, they are no more.

Then she came into my life. The portrayal of all the things I dreamt about to this day, the reason I still consider myself a dreamer.

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The Dreamer

It's hard to count the days and nights I lay alone without you, who are you? That's yet to be known. All I know is that some nights I cannot sleep for my dreams are only of you, and your whole. You who have yet come into my life takes up half of my life within my dreams, my wants, my desires. I find it hard to go along without you, so I dream more. Your scent, your touch, the need to have you with me is so strong sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat. Breathing hard and heavy. I need you with me so badly I crave the longing touch of another.

I keep my eyes open out for you, but my mouth betrays what my heart wants. I do not want a typical Jill, I want you. But here I am finding it hot with another female in the late of the night. It's not you, it'll never be you, I conclude to myself. If I was ever to find her Id have to be dead, for such a pure true beauty does not exist here. But I'm stubborn, and I wanna keep looking for you despite all the evident truths I face. I'm a coward, weak, useless and not the kind of guy anyone of your Angelic stature to bother herself with. I'm not worth the dirt I sleep in. I can see you fading away with each doubt and fear that cross my mind that I won't be the one for her, and it's painful.

So go the days and nights I live without you. I decide to just live alone, spend my time with who I can just to satisfy the needs of a long hopeless dream, No, an fictional idea. There is no such thing as you, you do not exist. The perfect being to me is nothing but an unreal dream, and my happiness suffers because of it.

But even so I say, I can't continue to live in need of you. To know your touch, your smell, your voice. They now all fall into deaf sense. I stop believing in my dreams, they are no more.

Then she came into my life. The portrayal of all the things I dreamt about to this day, the reason I still consider myself a dreamer.