used to have dreams ’bout her…

He used to have these dreams ’bout her….short films goin’ off in his head at night while he tossed and turned…he’d wake up thinkin’ she was next to him…he was wrong…

dreamt ’bout long walks they used to take out in the woods with their dogs…she always wore a black wool cap with her blonde hair comin’ out of it down to her shoulders…and she always wore boots…cowboy boots that looked like they’d been beaten up a little…used to dream they walked hand in hand…

these dreams went on for a long period of time…and it was always Fall…pretty leaves of golds and reds covered the ground they walked on…he’d pick up a handful and toss ’em at her…she’d run and giggle…run and giggle…

that was a long time ago…funny how things change…people love and fall outta love…people quit seein’ the need to have anybody in their lives…and people give up…

they were in love for a short time…but she haunted him in dreams for a good spell…those dreams kept him from wantin’ any other…scared to love again…terrified to give it a shot…those dreams…those dreams…

He used to have dreams ’bout her…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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