no alternative could grow
where love cannot take root
no shadows will replace
the warmth of your contact

the journey of love is an arduous trek,
my love grows for you as you bleed from your neck.
roses are red, violets are blue -
they'll need a dental record to identify you.		

. . .

each day shall end as it begins
and though you're far away from me
i know in darkness
i will find you
giving up inside like me

. . .

take this kiss upon the brow!
and, in parting from you now,
thus much let me avow-
you are not wrong, who deem
that my days have been a dream;
yet if hope has flown away
in a night, or in a day,
in a vision, or in none,
is it therefore the less gone?
all that we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream.

i stand amid the roar
of a surf-tormented shore,
and i hold within my hand
grains of the golden sand-
how few! yet how they creep
through my fingers to the deep,
while i weep - while i weep!
o god! can i not grasp
them with a tighter clasp?
o god! can i not save
one from the pitiless wave?
is all that we see or seem
but a dream within a dream?


~ edgar allan poe

"my dreams are a cruel joke. they taunt me. even in my dreams, i'm an idiot who knows he's about to wake up to reality...
...look at us. i'm frozen and you're dead, and i love you."

~ david aames, vanilla sky

sometimes people put up walls
not to keep others out
but to see who cares enough to tear them down.

whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
~ catherine earnshaw
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there's no greater power than the power of goodbye