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'ere I Sleep
I lay still,feeling futile Is this really how Love should be? Somehow you appear as a phantom As if i do not know you at all, Is this a true space? Where you are so grand And i am so small. 'Ere I sleep I contemplate for awhile, Unsure whether to return to my own world Or wait for the change. This hold that you possess I somehow am unable to bear And yet i remain beside you, Keeper of my destiny But it is as if i am not there. I close my eyes,fearing to dream Lost and slowly fading You always approach me. Without wanting to let you in I already know you hold the key You must tell if this is how Love should be. I see you as my personal fiction And my darkest night, I long to be a soul of Freedom No longer desiring to be seated in the palm of your hand. 'Ere I sleep I often do wonder what it is that i am to become, Whether life here is worth living Or would it be better to have me run. The state of my sanity Solely depends on you And the image i see before me Is no longer of profound quality But a somehow vile and wounded memory.
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