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[title] => Nightmares
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[bodytext] => I used to be scared of the dark now I’m frightened of it An ocean of the invisible, a shark of death A vision breaking, a moment fused I can’t be alone much more I need a candles’ glamour I’ll drink the time away, I’ll cultivate grandeur And shed love; strip the regret with every sip I miss your shallow touch, your deep lips Your petite hands gliding through my finger tips Your vigorous thighs and you’re fighting fists Pushing me away, away, away when I touch your hips This feeling of empty; is better than being an enemy Still, this darkness makes me blind to the core I can’t remember what you know and what I hide I can’t feel your pulse as I reach for the door I can’t tell you what’s in front and what’s behind Still spindling, I begin to fall... Because I miss the sniffle in the rain The thunder among the shores And telling you- ‘it’s alright’ to a rapturous applause In my shadowy skull we’re Hollywood Played to a script, The lead star is just misunderstood Delivering his lines That keep you confined That keeps this picket fence around us That keeps us embracing despair Because I miss the sniffle in the rain And living as a pair… What’s real and what’s a nightmare? My reminiscences decayed These nightmares will soon fade Then you’ll stay… [comments] => 4 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Overstated [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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