ashlee ramone music

I dreamt of you last night. Beneath our mango tree, you held my hand and told me stories of water wells and climbing while a raven-haired beauty slept softly in my lap. She had your eyes. She reached inside my chest and tore away a piece of my heart to take with her. I worry I may bleed to death. Really rather amazing when you think about it… The way a myriad of memories can come back to life with one simple sound. Mine is a locomotive train in the not-too-far-away distance. Thank you for reminding me.