My past has killed me, I've been dead before.
That's alright though, I'll be fine, I'll drown myself in my poetry, line by line.
I'll be up late at night admiring you before my life takes shine, I'll fall asleep and for just one more time hoping to not wake again.
I'll breathe your breath and feel alive. I'll take you to places that you've never been before.
I'll take flight in my dreams, the dreams that you've made a reality for me. I'll fall asleep into my dreams and awake alive with you by my side.
That artist by the window with her natural light, her glowing, only showing true colours, never fading.
Walking towards this beautiful woman, what a dream this is, I fade away into existence.
I awake once again, finding myself lost in my lines losing track of time. Only thinking of that glow by the window that isn't there anymore. Have I lost her this time?
Falling asleep once again, in that dream where has she gone, my best friend.
I've fallen.
Restless and now and awake, with warm arms around me and a familiar touch. Alive once again, my lover, my dream, my best friend.
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PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
