Dreaming of you

by elizabeth   May 10, 2007


You and me
on a hill with the soft sounds of love
a sleep with no end
the kiss of death
the touch of lies
the sunset going somewhere no can find
dangerously good
cuddled up on the hill top with no end is where our lives ended
sorrowfully empty with nothing but the wind blowing past something that was real
something that would live even after death
LOVE

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