Colour me softly,
and gently brush against my skin.
Ignite my passion
for tonight is just a dream.
These dreams, are a realization,
of who I need you to be,
and maybe,
who I need, to be.
Make me come alive,
and guide me with your "honest" hands.
For when realization takes it toll -
none of this will be so true.
Only in my dreams.
Only in my dreams,
it seems, I love you.
I spun myself in webs of lies,
and now I am trapped -
in my long lines of silky false pretenses.
So colour me softly in my dreams.
Hopefully then,
I'll forget we live the way we do,
and live like we do,
when I dream of you and me,
Painting our canvas.
Only in my dreams.
Only in my dreams,
it seems, I love you.
Author notes
I was writing this in my science lesson.
Comments
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awww this is a beautiful write, sensual and loving xx
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I think this turned out quite lovely. Thats all that need be said. Nice write.
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YAYYY
you finally uploaded it haha
i like (y)
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i think it is beautifully written. reminds me of a poem i wrote actually..it shared in the same 'painting canvas' metaphor. great minds think alike, so they say
it had a sensual feel to it, you are way beyond your years
well done.
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