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out of her head



out of her head

The games they played, she played not.
They roads they traveled, she drove around.

The places they went, she'd go no more.
The things they did, she did no longer.

She could tear up his photos.
She could throw away his clothes.

She could put him out of her head.
She could leave the memories behind.

But she could not put him out of her dreams.
She went to sleep and he was there.

Smells, sounds, sensuality,
Pleasure, pain, passion,
Emotions, energy, elation,
they waited for her, there.

Flowers, chocolates, ice cream,
poems, prayers, pomegranates,
midnight swims, morning walks,
she found in her dreams.

She could put him out of her head.
But she could not put him out of her dreams.


© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
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