31.5.14

Dreams

But darling, sometimes dreams hurt me. I dreamt that we have two cups of tea after school while studying. I dreamt that we have those late videocalls while teaching each other. I dreamt that we fall asleep together with a pen in our hands. I dreamt that both of us fight for the right answer of the unsolved questions. I dreamt that we pass these last semester tests successfully together. That's how dreams hurt me, yeah the fact that those are just dreams. That's just a fairytale that lives in my head, never exist.

I miss you.
Like a sailor's heart not breathing.
And the sea without it's waves.
Like a painter's eye that stopped staring.
And colors only seen in grey.
Like a singer's voice who can't play it.
On those dusty broken strings.
Like a writer's mind who craved thinking.
As letters left his brain.
I miss you.

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