Do you ever dreamed about horses,
With a horn in his forehead?,
Along the reverie of thoughts you may wonder,
The overflowing guilt of your childhood was a disaster,
Who am I to ruin such memories?,
If mending the broken ties wasn't that easy for me,
Or even the thought in this book wasn't fixed in the story,
And the bed you were lying on isn't that comfy,
Am I sure, that clouds wasn't a dream,
For you see it in the sky,
Floating out and In,
The sunrays passes the window's surface,
The raindrops started to drop on my face,
Suddenly the darkness devour the last minute's light,
And then the bullets of rain started to pierce me,
It wasn't a dream,
It was my only ideal weather,
The coffee and tea is on the table,
With you, my love, the unique food is staple,
The branches of the trees swaying from the wind,
Everywhere is beautiful when you look around,
In different angle,
This is the dream I dreamed about,
This is the time where I can shout,
this is the moment where I suppose to be out,
On this world full of nightmare disguised as reality.
How about you?
YOU ARE READING
Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain
PuisiA poetry of insanity •I know you're reading this for fun, but it isn't Fun at all• Highest Rank: #1 in poetry - September 2021 #2 in poetry - January 2020
