Piles of blankets,
Soft music,
The room glowing blue with the light of a phone
As I try desperately to keep the sleep from my eyes
To send one more message
To let you know I'm here.
But unconsciously,
I lose the fight
And am tossed into a dream where all I see is you
A dream where you see me, too,
Or a nightmare which looks oddly like reality,
Where you don't see me at all
Invisible,
Clear in sleep and in waking,
As I wake up,
Shaken by the reality of nightmares,
I see a message from you,
And I think,
'Perhaps dreams are real, too.'
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You: A Collection Of Poems
Thơ caA collection of poems I have written/am still writing that capture my feelings toward one of my best friends.
