Is this for real?

by Nathan   Jan 5, 2005


Standing there looking at my feet, head down feeling low

The slight gust, whistling, my cheeks are cold, theres a glow

A bright light appears,dazzled, my eyes open up,revealing you

its you, the one i love, i start to shake I ain't got a clue...

what to say, its getting hotter, my cheeks are turning red,

Its time to walk away, but my feet wont budge, like led...

Your hand touches my face, ghostly and cold, like ice cream....

My spine shivers, and I shake, I wake up its just a dream.

Nothing more.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Nathan

    thanks for the feedback peeps, I just sit and make them up on the spot lol.