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The Beginning


I can still hear your voice in my dreams

but i dont know if it the real you

So far away

but you standing right beside me

I try to close my eyes

but it doesnt help

i can still see you standing there

it like that sweet smell of your fragrance that is everlasting

it hard to pretend it not there

but it is

it enveloped in the air around me 

like an invisible mist

 

i remember the sweetness of hugs that was shared

time slowed down 

Had no idea what was happening around me

i was glad finally a piece of happiness was found within me

waking up in a cold sweat

memories drenched me overnight

i swear some nights my dreams begin so vivid

i feel like i lost myself in the past

i want to relieve these moments

because if i dont they fade away

float away like a balloon

they turn into nothing more then a ghost

 

of all the time we spent together 

it is actually thebeggining I remember most

Two puppies we were

afraid of one another but wanted to play

The cold sweat that stuck to me

the racing heartbeat when i heard your voice

the happiness that bubbled

the butterflies the took over me

the first time i made you smile

it felt like the warmth of the sun 

had made it way inside me for a while

i could try and find a list of words to describe it 

but i get lost in a sea of words

so deep i cant keep my head up no more 

past relationships has left us broken 

we found a way to fix the puzzle

we promise to love all our imperfections 

You showed me a side of your heart

where you have hidden all that you feared

everything you lost and regret

 

Night are spent crying so hard i forget how to breath

overwhelmed with disappointment 

and second guessing

love is so frustrating uncertain

why cant it be easy

Just for once

maybe i still be happy 

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