Last night I dreamt of him again. In the end, he looked so sad it would have torn your heart into millions of tiny pieces.
I woke up crying because I knew I couldn't help him. Why? Because he only existed in my dreams.All I could do was wait for my next dream about him....
His name was Alec. I don't know how I figured his name out, so don't ask.
A week later, I dreamt of him again. He looked so pale, he could have passed for a ghost. His eyes were empty, dull. In the dream I asked him what was wrong with him. He looked down at the ground and didn't answer and I woke up, once again, without hope. I had gotten out of bed and went and sat on my windowsill, looking out my window.
The night was cloudless and the stars bright. It reminded me of my first dream about him. He had looked full of life and his eyes were sparkling as if he had a secret only he knew. I longed for him to look like that again....
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This is a part true story. Don't ask.
Written January 29th, 2006
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is was a good dream while it lasted sigh...
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Very nice write snow, well done and beautifully penned, I love it, but I won't ask lol but one thing i do want to know was it a good dream hehe, your a great poet...Keep smiling
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cool
wow. That was so cool. I liked how you formated this piece, each paragraph was like a sperate dream. I wonder what they mean but you told me not to ask. -
awe cool
nice job! really interesting! kept me reading, i wanna know more! lol thanks for commenting on my poem
urs truly ki
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