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by huephoria

by huephoria

at the edge of the bed

unsettled, i sat in despair

flashbacks were playing

as i relived the days when an us existed

and wasn't separated by distance

then suddenly, i saw your figure approaching

a dream or a falsification of my mind

i wasn't sure, but all i knew

was that your touch on my face

felt real

someone wake me up

tell me it was a dream; nothing was real

because if this keeps up

i might not let him go,

and ask him to stay right here.

i looked into his eyes

as he gazed back

i badly want him to remain

and so i couldn't help but think,

brionne, are you really that selfish?