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| Handle: | pad_bear | | Real Name: | Patrick | | Country: | United States | | Gender: | Male | | Birthday: | January 1, 1980 | | Signed Up: | 2003-06-10 4:19 PM EDT | | Last Posted: | 2009-11-22 2:54 PM EST |
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Did it happen to you,
that you had no mood to sleep,
to escape into dreams,
and nonetheless you could
dream awake
till morning?
And the sun still rises,
everything is peaceful.
No one noticed
the new beginning day yet;
how can it be endured
alone?
It is so beautiful that the night
yields the world to the light,
though I should only cry.
I could lose everything,
even that,
what never where mine.
It never will be mine,
She said. And...
this morning yesterday
had been lost too. Everyday...
How could I wait
for the tomorrow?
Even if these few years I lived
have taken so long,
what else
could I wait for?
It was so easy.
She promised nothing
'cause She couldn't do.
Still, a glance was enough
to believe,
that She doesn't want to
lose me either...
And then I didn't have to
promise anything,
'cause no one else mattered
since that moment.
And I was happy if I could
give something at all.
And I had my head in the clouds
when I could not only
think about Her,
but I could be near Her.
But... this was the most...
Nevertheless I am selfish
I could scream
that I need Her.
Can you imagine the feeling
to wake day by day
to the fact that
you are still lonely?
And if this
never was different?
I thought I had got
accustomed, but...
When I could see Her,
I could imagine
that I can forget
all this bad forever,
that there's someone,
whose dream I can watch over,
and with whom
I can be happy to live.
Whose hands I can hold,
whose face I can caress.
Whom I could clasp in my arms,
with whom I can see the sunset,
and with whom
every moment
can only be beautiful
But the dawn
is approaching slowly...
Maybe it'll be beautiful,
but I couldn't see anything.
From my tears at all
She must still be sleeping.
She has someone
to dream of.
Patrick Todd |
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