I felt you again in my sleep last night. Like always, my dreams of you are peripheral. An overheard conversation where your name is mentioned; a letter in my hand I try desperately to read before I wake. A styrofoam coffee cup and half-read book on an empty table where I knew you were just a minutes before. It's as though my dreams are mirror of my waking world, like finding myself walking down the street where I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of you, only to look again and realized it wasn't you after all.
-- Lang Leav
YOU ARE READING
what my heart wants to say.
Poetryall poems are from my favorate poetry author. #langleav
