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Dream
By Stellar84

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This poem belongs to me, Emily.  All rights reserved.  Please,
no duplicating, copying, or distribution without my consent.
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     I sat outside upon a bench 
     Staring up at the sky of night 
     And my thoughts were truly saddened 
     As I glanced at the fading light 

     I am no passing beauty 
     My face is truly plain 
     And theres nothing there to offer 
     You would have to be insane 

     I knew that I held nothing 
     That would attract the only one 
     He who was my favorite 
     He who was the sun 

     But then I heard a noise 
     Something from behind 
     And as I turned around 
     It was him, so good and kind 

     I turned away to leave them 
     But then he caught my arm 
     Please dont leave, he whispered 
     I wont do you any harm 

     He drew me in his arms 
     And tilted up my face 
     And when I met his eyes 
     I was in a different place 

     There were so deep and voidless 
     I felt like I would fall 
     But he would hold me close 
     And broke down my only wall 

     He saw the person in me 
     The true beauty that was inside 
     He saw this other person 
     That was now alive 

     He had seen the other one 
     Almost from the start 
     And it mattered not to him 
     My face, but instead my heart 

     And then I closed my eyes 
     Thinking I would cry 
     His presence so warm and close 
     From my mouth escaped a sigh 

     And then a high pitched whine 
     And the world began to fade 
     The presence so close disappeared 
     Along with that silent glade 

     I opened up my eyes 
     To view the plain white walls 
     My face still so plain 
     Myself, still so small 

     Twas all a simple dream 
     And there was no shining guy 
     There was no wondrous presence 
     And on my bed I lie 

     But now there is a difference 
     Theres a beauty inside of me 
     And maybe somewhere out there 
     Is the guy that was my dream 

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