Bad Dreams

I had the same bad dream last night. It always wakes me screaming with fright. I see myself falling, yet I never die. Because your my parachute and your love makes me fly. Skimming over the clouds, the moon in the sky. But you're the only thing that catches my eye. My skin tingles with your touch. Is it wrong to love you this much. Love is the glue that holds us up here. If you ever leave, for my life, I fear.

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Sam Tudor

Date: 6/14/2011 1:24:00 AM

Thankyou very much, im glad you enjoyed it. I to enjoy dreams and the impact that they can often have on our lives. sam :)

Rockman Pritts

Date: 6/14/2011 1:16:00 AM

That was pretty good Sam. I liked it. Dreams are a favorite subject of mine. Mainly because they can be manipulated in the concious thought but not in the subconcious. That means that you can write them but you can't create them. You can live them but you can't stop them. Either way, they are fun to play with. Good write.