Keep me alive in your dreams
Though your forced conscience may
Push me away from your realms.
The waves that hit n retreat
Has found the shores of this heart
Shallow and soft
The tides that swell up n down
When I blamed it on,
Gravity isn’t very amused
I may be that old open book
That you once read
Done and dusted in the shelves
May that book be never opened again
But what you read under the lines
May never be thrown to the bin
Because I am no less than those memoirs
I am no less than those moments
I am no less than those scribbles
Keep me alive in your dreams
Though I may never happen to you,
Again in this lifetime.
without Wax
Ash
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