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The last resort The only medium I could resort to

The last resort

The only medium I could resort to
When my days are gray,
When I need you most
But heaven forbids are - dreams. 
In my dreams do I,
Seek for a glimpse of you.
Each night I get fixed on turning my
dreams into a cynosure for us both.. 
And each time I see you, 
Waking up is expendable.. 
Sometimes I feel my dreams
As though they were reality. 
There's nothing I could do,
When reality strikes me hard and 
I wake up thinking you were there,
But you were gone-long gone. 
Now,I only have my dreams 
As the last resort to see you. 
But even then,not in all my dreams 
Were you there.. 
For I had no control over it. 

     #dreams#a cynosure of the dead and the living
The last resort

The only medium I could resort to
When my days are gray,
When I need you most
But heaven forbids are - dreams. 
In my dreams do I,
Seek for a glimpse of you.
Each night I get fixed on turning my
dreams into a cynosure for us both.. 
And each time I see you, 
Waking up is expendable.. 
Sometimes I feel my dreams
As though they were reality. 
There's nothing I could do,
When reality strikes me hard and 
I wake up thinking you were there,
But you were gone-long gone. 
Now,I only have my dreams 
As the last resort to see you. 
But even then,not in all my dreams 
Were you there.. 
For I had no control over it. 

     #dreams#a cynosure of the dead and the living