Dreams reminded me
of how i thought
of my childhood presently.
Throughout the entire childhood,
the memory seems fresh.
Like how you know
what's going on in a dream.
But when you grow older,
those things seems to fade away.
Like the way you barely remember
what your dream was about when you wake up.
But I don't seem to forget my dreams,
when it's you i'm dreaming about.
YOU ARE READING
Shadow
Poetry❝He was her sun, who turned her into a shadow.❞ Where I write and sometimes compile poems that remind me of you.
