Jul 30 2011
Dream of you
It’s late but I can’t sleep
It’s fate, you were at my feet
You’re never there
So I wasn’t aware
That this wasn’t current
And you weren’t where you seemed
It was only a part of my dream
A figment of what used to be
And suddenly I screamed
Because my beautiful thing was intervened
My nightly curse. Beautiful poem…
I used to be like this and it seems I drowned everywhere I go….this poem is simply beautiful yet meaningful(of heartaches.)