these were dreams so full of angst
no recollections of the cool spring air
just thick locks of your jet-black hair
so smooth and straight
you tied it effortlessly against my neck
slowly crawling, encompassing my face
so willing and so full of hope
no room for shame
don't pinch my cheeks, don't let me fall
fire in our eyes and that is all
my heart.. it rest against your chest
to find it's way into your grasp
we were strangers agreeing to this
waiting for the count to reach the skies
to dig into the ground below our feet
into our own world
you set your sights for the greener end
dreams so nice, oh just like heaven
cut off your hair too tangled to unwind
i am stupid and blind
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