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Childhood Dreams |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
He gently took his sons hair like a small river around the rocks of their home. He sat with his eyes closed, the dinner around the stove of their red roof home. He was waiting for that woman to give him something to smile about. All his hurt, all his pain , and I know , and I know it's going to be a long ways away. On the hunt of our lives, I'm taking a knife and carving away. I want you to know that my love for you is coming to an end , that small feeling inside , where the people long for their lives be alive. On the catwalk , where we shared our dreams, I thought about your long rose hair, thinning it's spiral way down the touch of my hands. You woke to the winter dream , and I saw everything like i was walking down the street with my shovel in my hand. I could find all I need. Around this hurtle, i felt like I was falling so softy, that the nose of my heart kept saying I'll understand. It is better for us to be alive on this January sea . Where all the people say they love you but there not even really there. I know and I know that the feeling won't go away. You see my head down her shirt and the time says I'll let you stay . I'll fall on my knees and say one more prayer. This isnt to say I believe in something higher but I do when I feel it in my heart. I want every time I wake to be my first and to be so young again, the days of the week become obsolete . I want this today and tomorrow for my heart , whether it exists or not, I want it to be whole again. Ohhh I want this. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Sorry for the format in advance.... This was sent from my notes from my phone . Tomer |
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