Dream On
The nights are stolen by your embrace the harder that I try the harder it becomes why can’t I touch your face like the name on the tip of my tongue I know you but somehow it is fleeting like the song unsung a dance without music if that is allowed as a heart beats skips then repeats awakening shaking my head like you were here but between these sheets you're driving up the heat then the day comes and my dreams disappear
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2015
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