I met him in a dream. Unlike any I've ever had before. It started out with a kiss but I don't know how it ended like this. It kind of surprised me at what he said to make me smile. To think of the times we've had before, I never wanted it to end.
His smile kept me dreaming, his voice kept me searching, I just never wanted to leave. To hold him near was my only goal. The sun started to rise and his face slowly faded away. I will never see him again and that's not why I'm sad. I'm sad because I dreamt of him and I enjoyed it.
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Not Perfect -Poetry-
PoetryStep by step we will meet again. Maybe not in the same form but with the same feelings. Simple Max Rainbow poems. Love, lust and lost in words. Surrounding your whole being until you can no longer live without these words.
