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“Where Nothing Makes Sense”
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I so wanna know her,
This woman in my dreams,
Dreaming from afar,
Like an illusion it seems.
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I want to reach out and touch her,
Caress her and more,
Feel the warmth of her skin,
As we fall to the floor.
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I want to taste her lips,
Smell her scent,
Just fade away,
Where nothing makes sense.
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In the hush of silence,
Where dreams collide,
This love that’s bound,
In these dreams of mine.
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Like an illusion it seems,
A dream from afar,
A touch never felt,
Dreams lovers,.. . we are.
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by
William Hancock © All Rights Reserved
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[ Image Used: www.morguefile.com/archive/display/197521 ]
Poem on Image: placed by; written by William Hancock © 2016′
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* Inspired by.. .
Someone very special.. .♥♫♪. . .
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Nobody ever liked her,
Round and around,
Some days running barefoot,
Blueberries and apricots,
She’s still out there you know,
Some days you can see her,
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“Ellen”
Nobody ever liked her,
She was different, even strange.
Always singing songs,
Sometimes dancing in the rain.
Round and around,
Like a butterfly in the wind,
Laughing, and giggling,
Not a care of where, or when.
Some days running barefoot,
Through the flowers in the grass,
Waiving her palms,
Through the daisies as she passed.
Blueberries and apricots,
You could smell em’ in the air.
Pollen and honey,
Was the smell of her hair.
She’s still out there you know,
Dancing and running,
Still laughing, and giggling,
Like everything’s so funny.
Some days you can see her,
As she peers from behind a tree,
That sparkle in her eyes,
As she watches you and me.
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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved
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Poem on Image: placed by; written by William Hancock © 2014′
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I saw her lying there,
She’s a garden of colors,
I can’t even think,
I love the way she walks,
The sparkle in her eyes,
There’s where I want to be.
Just,.. .
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♥ “Her” ♥
I saw her lying there,
So beautiful and bright,
Like the sun on a cool day,
Or the moon at night.
She’s a garden of colors,
Makes my heart fall away.
I Love Her, I do,
Oh, so much every day.
I can’t even think,
When she’s close and near.
I’m a child, a pup,
She melts away my fear.
I love the way she walks,
The way she makes me feel,
The sound of her heart,
She’s all that is real.
The sparkle in her eyes,
The twist of her smile,
The world fades away,
It’s all so worth while.
There’s where I want to be.
Where nothing else matters,
Not the mountains, the ocean,
Nor of any of life’s chatter.
Just,.. .
. .. … “Her” ❤
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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved
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