I Used To Dream of Love

Hiding in the garden, with the cool soothing breeze, the white lilies, and tall and emerald trees.

Hugging legs to chest, hoping this soft afternoon will blow away the darkness, this thief, this broken mind disease.

The world is being reborn, the seedlings and blossoms opening, but I feel distant and cold still.

As a child it was all wonder and joy, but demons came and took it all, all love and grace. Not restored with a pill.

Sun warm on my face. The breeze is gentle. But the fire burns and burns in my mind.

I lay down, look to the sky. I used to dream of love. I used to see angels. Those angels left me behind.

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