I loved you in dreams
until I learned…
I could not touch
your beautiful face
feel the stubble
of your weekend beard
sing silly songs
in the sun beside you
There was no hand
to hold at night
or brush the hair
from my face
No lips to feed me love…
So I closed the dream book
and walked into life
*
©MidwestFantasy/Beth Amanda
Originally posted on Twitter 11/20/2016
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Sometimes the dreambook is a better read than real life……..
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Sometimes. But nothing beats real.
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I love this! It’s lovely from beginning to end.
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Thanks Eugenia 🌺
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You’re welcome!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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