Sweet Dreams Wednesday, December 03, 2008 |
The works of magic aye.
It was such a sweet dream. It paints a picture of what I really wish for all this while. It has not happened though. And I'm not that optimistic about it coming true either.
Your head on my shoulder, your arms around mine.
Your hair tied to a pony tail, sweet, young, jovial and innocent.
Your smile, the radiance.
We, walking down the road together.
My god, it just felt so...uplifting.
It was so vivid, so real.
I don't know why you appeared again after all this time. I suppose its impossible to forget the past when there's an attachment of strong feelings.
I can't help but to think that there's a possibility of us having this connection still.
Well, we all know the head tells us one thing while the heart tells us another.
Just my wishful thinking, perhaps?
It was such a sweet dream. It paints a picture of what I really wish for all this while. It has not happened though. And I'm not that optimistic about it coming true either.
Your head on my shoulder, your arms around mine.
Your hair tied to a pony tail, sweet, young, jovial and innocent.
Your smile, the radiance.
We, walking down the road together.
My god, it just felt so...uplifting.
It was so vivid, so real.
I don't know why you appeared again after all this time. I suppose its impossible to forget the past when there's an attachment of strong feelings.
I can't help but to think that there's a possibility of us having this connection still.
Well, we all know the head tells us one thing while the heart tells us another.
Just my wishful thinking, perhaps?