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My Make Believe

Sometimes people are best remembered by the names they have been given. Rather than remembered by the lives they have been living.

By Natalie Marie Stefani-RicePublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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Kvalvika Beach from RytenPhoto by Yuriy Garnaev

In my dreams....

My make believe, I see your shadow next to mine.

It comforts me to dream of you; my memories, they are kind.

We are happy, in my make believe, it's where we have it all.

Here our words are softly spoken, and we don't scream and yell.

But I know that dreams are only dreams, and we don't survive the fall.

Please, come and take my hand, I ask.

Together we danced along the sand.

I feel the safest in your arms in my make believe land.

And I'm safe from all the demons, safe with in your embrace.

O, so gently we pull apart, and turn to leave this solemn place.

A place that will forever be our own, and our happy place.

And for just a stolen moment, a random stroke of time,

You belonged to me again and you were only mine.

And we danced along that beach,

With the sands that never end.

I'm just glad I can't recall all the dreams I've ever had,

Especially those that hurt the most, these are very sad.

Chances are, they would take me back to a time we can not change.

A broken time, we both know, we can't rearrange.

When everything seemed wrong and everything seemed so strange.

So excuse me as I skip a few,

Forgive me of my refusals.

Some things are better left unturned.

Some words are best unspoken.

Some people best remembered by the grace that they've been given,

Rather than remembered by the lives that they were livin'.

So alone I walk this deserted beach.

Hand and hand with time.

Trying hard not to think of the weaker side of you.

But the struggle is so crystal clear and there's nothing I can do...

And the thoughts of you come over me, in my make believe.

I've watched you rise and I've watched you fall.

And even when you were so very cruel to me;

I stood by you through it all.

Walking hand in hand down our beach,

Far far away, in my make believe.

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Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice

So please grant me peace from the demons I see. They crowd me and stalk me and won't let me be.

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