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I dream of you last night

You were coming back home to me

You were smiling at me when you see my face

We had a talk

We laughed, I cried, and you comfort me

When I'm with you, I feel safe.


But when I woke up this morning

You weren't here

There's no text from you

And I'm all alone

With the blood and bruises


If this what it takes to see you again

I would do it again in a heartbeat


You're my muse

You inspired me to write again

It makes me feel close to you

It's like I could feel your presence with me

It's like we're strolling in there and enjoy the words


You're my rose

I know you guard yourself with all the thorns

I don't mind bleeding my hands so I could hold you close to me

Even with the thorns

You are beautiful to me


You're my home

A home where I could cry and feel safe

A home where I could rant everything to you

Because you always know what words to give to me


And I would run to you

I would stay with you

During the storm, winter, spring and summer and autumn

I would love you either way


- m.n.


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