I dreamt of you again last night...
That dream that I dread So much,
Some nights I know it slipping into my peaceful slumber,
Creeping like a black and white monster...
How can a dream with you in it be monstrous ???
well; if you stayed, it would be a beautiful PINK dream,
But you took that bus to leave,
With all my life packed up in your suitcase...
I was standing there looking on,
tied down... screams stifled, eyes dry, forced smile, waving hands, fading image...
I was standing there looking on...
to wake up in my lonely bed groping to FIND your absence.
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