I met you once in a dream.
And then you just popped up on screen.
I almost went by it, and missed it completely
But then, in that moment
Someone said to go back . . .
Strawberry red, like the boy from my dream.
But how could that be?
Next time I met you it was in a song
Words like a poet, chords like nothing I heard before. . .
But they felt like ones I played,
When performing solo for the first time on stage.
Spotlight casted, the crown looks dark
But in that moment of silence,
Was when the excitement starts.
The feeling when I see you is just like that.
I wish to know you more.
What do you have in store?
Will you visit my dreams soon or no more?
I want to know you more.
Why did you come to me is a sweet dream?
When we meet in person, will you feel the connection?
Or are these all lost directions of my perspective
Is it wrong to believe, that we are meant to be?
Come find me, please
-BM
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Late Night Poet - A Lovers Tale
PoetryA lovers Tale - Part Three There comes a time when you start to ponder. You wander down a curious path. Filled by the muse of a lovers dance. As time moves on the story continues onto a new tune.
