My heart's dream
By gin69er
my heart dared to dream that my soul would be complete...yet I sit surrounded by the shreds of a love, a life...thought of, dreamed of, almost grasped ...yet not to be a withered, dusty receptacle filled with cobwebs and memories of a life destined not to exist anywhere except in useless dreams I dreamed of an angel that touched my heart, my soul I woke alone drenched in memories, shadows flitting through my vision ghostly fingertips leaving their trail upon my flesh...my soul yet, my heart dared to dream.... Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 02:12 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"my heart dared to dream that my soul would be complete...yet I sit surrounded by the shreds of a love, a life...thought of, dreamed of, almost grasped ...yet not to be..."