ED

I need to go to sleep and get some rest,
stop thinking about you.
I can't shake this feeling I have
about you with your spirit following
me around you seemed to have etched
it into my soul with a slightly
breathless notion.
I wonder when I will run into you
again in real life where your face
is right in front of mine and if it
were acceptable I could reach out
and run my finger down your nose.
Do you remember me? I know you do.
Will you ever remember my name?
Do you even want to know my name?
Are you too cool for me? Too smart?
I wonder if my dreams about you
mean anything, where are they
coming from? Am I going crazy?
I need rest but I know you will
be there. You felt so good in
my dreams the other night that
I wanted to sleep forever.
You held me so tenderly, in my castle.
Yet so strong. Could I befriend you?
Would you do the same for me?
Why does it seem so impossible?
What is wrong with me? What is right?
What is it that makes you speak to me?
Why are we drawn to one another with
such sublte magnetism?
Will anything ever come of it? I doubt it.
I'm crazy. I'm just crazy. I'm not normal.
I would have nothing to offer you.
You see me as "People like you"
What did that mean when you said that?
Why do I even care about talking to you,
now, after an arrogant asshole remark
as that? Fuck Off New bomb Punk.


				*My Prison Souls* ED



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		ED I need to go to sleep and get some rest, stop thinking about you. I can't shake this feeling I have about you with your spirit following me around you seemed to have etched it into my soul with a slightly breathless notion. I wonder when I will run into you again in real life where your face is right in front of mine and if it were acceptable I could reach out and run my finger down your nose. Do you remember me? I know you do. Will you ever remember my name? Do you even want to know my name? Are you too cool for me? Too smart? I wonder if my dreams about you mean anything, where are they coming from? Am I going crazy? I need rest but I know you will be there. You felt so good in my dreams the other night that I wanted to sleep forever. You held me so tenderly, in my castle. Yet so strong. Could I befriend you? Would you do the same for me? Why does it seem so impossible? What is wrong with me? What is right? What is it that makes you speak to me? Why are we drawn to one another with such sublte magnetism? Will anything ever come of it? I doubt it. I'm crazy. I'm just crazy. I'm not normal. I would have nothing to offer you. You see me as "People like you" What did that mean when you said that? Why do I even care about talking to you, now, after an arrogant asshole remark as that? Fuck Off New bomb Punk. Copyright Heather Prudence Davis