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A soft hand on my cheek
I stir, don't want to wake up
Fingers tickle my neck
I turn around and smile
I inched closer, unconsciously keeping that stupid grin plastered on my greedy lips as I blindly reached out to him. I felt his cold fingertips slink their way along my hot neck. He welcomes me closer, a feeling I could never ever describe, and I decided I was dreaming. My eyes acted like a newborn baby; scared, alone, and reluctant to enter the real world. A world where nothing is certain and everything is uncertain, at least here, I knew I was safe.
I keep my eyes closed
Lean into your caressing being
Don't want to stop dreaming
Don't want the day to start
I knew as soon as I awoke from this sleep, the world would meet me and beat me as it always did. Everything would return to normal. You would return to normal. You wouldn't be here. I couldn't cling to your blue pajama shirt, I couldn't gaze into your crystal-like eyes and not receive a hating glare, I couldn't even touch you without receiving punishment in return. I refuse to allow my brain access to my eyelids. I wish to stay asleep in my dream world forever.
I cuddle up in your arms
Your warm body against mine
You wrap an arm around me
I'm Safe, familiar. Loved.
Your arms hold me not like a mother holds a baby the first night home. Nor like a long lost sibling, or relative returning home from the war unharmed. No, the feeling that holds the label of your arms around me is unmistakable, but has no name. The emotions and feelings that follow are intense and meaningful, and just like its label, are unknown. My dreams know all the unknown, but leave me to figure them out. At least my dreams are stable, they are always there. I almost feel like I matter in there...almost... Loved.
But all good things, must come to an end.
When I open my eyes, I get cold
The room is dark and empty
Shadows scare me
Sounds are too loud
The room is pitch black, I cant see a thing. Your light is gone from my room, the only thing left is the damp, bland-old smell of stale coffee beans. That scent I named after you is no longer spread across my bed-sheets. It is no longer allowing me to sink into it and breath deep the smell. It's just empty now. Even the shadows of various objects in my room sprawl across my floor and trickle fears into my gut. I suddenly wish you were back here at my side. But you're not.
The alarm woke me up
The day has begun
You are not here
Again
And you're gone. Therefore I am gone. You slowly dissolve and fade from my perfect world of perfection. You leave me lost in this world of uncertainty and fear, without an arm to cling or a hand to hold, I am left alone to curse my painstaking luck and trudge on through life. I must move on, knowing that forever I may dream, but they will always remain that. Dreams.
I stir, don't want to wake up
Fingers tickle my neck
I turn around and smile
I inched closer, unconsciously keeping that stupid grin plastered on my greedy lips as I blindly reached out to him. I felt his cold fingertips slink their way along my hot neck. He welcomes me closer, a feeling I could never ever describe, and I decided I was dreaming. My eyes acted like a newborn baby; scared, alone, and reluctant to enter the real world. A world where nothing is certain and everything is uncertain, at least here, I knew I was safe.
I keep my eyes closed
Lean into your caressing being
Don't want to stop dreaming
Don't want the day to start
I knew as soon as I awoke from this sleep, the world would meet me and beat me as it always did. Everything would return to normal. You would return to normal. You wouldn't be here. I couldn't cling to your blue pajama shirt, I couldn't gaze into your crystal-like eyes and not receive a hating glare, I couldn't even touch you without receiving punishment in return. I refuse to allow my brain access to my eyelids. I wish to stay asleep in my dream world forever.
I cuddle up in your arms
Your warm body against mine
You wrap an arm around me
I'm Safe, familiar. Loved.
Your arms hold me not like a mother holds a baby the first night home. Nor like a long lost sibling, or relative returning home from the war unharmed. No, the feeling that holds the label of your arms around me is unmistakable, but has no name. The emotions and feelings that follow are intense and meaningful, and just like its label, are unknown. My dreams know all the unknown, but leave me to figure them out. At least my dreams are stable, they are always there. I almost feel like I matter in there...almost... Loved.
But all good things, must come to an end.
When I open my eyes, I get cold
The room is dark and empty
Shadows scare me
Sounds are too loud
The room is pitch black, I cant see a thing. Your light is gone from my room, the only thing left is the damp, bland-old smell of stale coffee beans. That scent I named after you is no longer spread across my bed-sheets. It is no longer allowing me to sink into it and breath deep the smell. It's just empty now. Even the shadows of various objects in my room sprawl across my floor and trickle fears into my gut. I suddenly wish you were back here at my side. But you're not.
The alarm woke me up
The day has begun
You are not here
Again
And you're gone. Therefore I am gone. You slowly dissolve and fade from my perfect world of perfection. You leave me lost in this world of uncertainty and fear, without an arm to cling or a hand to hold, I am left alone to curse my painstaking luck and trudge on through life. I must move on, knowing that forever I may dream, but they will always remain that. Dreams.
CraigxTweek, but I actually didnt have that Idea in my mind until I began writing it and noticed how Creek-y it sounded ^^"
Inspired by: ~meravy424
Inspired by: ~meravy424
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Awww sadness =<