The DreamI see your form, sleeping next to mine, breathing softly. I feel your head heavy on my chest. Your hair, soft against my face. Your hand, resting on my shoulder. Your heart, beating next to mine. Your skin, on mine. Our hearts, entwined.The Dream
Teardrops - prose versionTeardrops in the RainTeardrops - prose version
Have you ever stood, Staring out a window? Crying. Watching a teardrop falling, Until you lose it in the rain?
It falls on and on Through the sadness in your mind, And in that void it hits: the hard, wet ground.
Wondering what it feels like: Falling, and then to hit the floor. And the only thing that’s stopping you From finding out,
Is the knowledge that someone cares.
I pick up the pad, old, and dog-eared, and read the title on the open page. “Teardrops in the rain” it reads, I look away a moment, and r
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