Beautifully Tragic Dreams

I saw you in my dreams again...
And every morning, I wake to realise your not really there.

My subconscious is blessed by your presence.
I can see and hear you there.
It's beautiful.

But every night I say Goodbye to you,
all over again...
A tragedy I relive.

It hurts.
But I don't want to stop seeing you.

If sleep is the only way that I can.
Then I shall dream away...


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