I cannot become
Your dream
That you have every night
In this world or the next
Your dream is not of this
World.
It is
Of your own.
It's wild fantasies dance before your eyes
Trapping you in this world of the known
But that world is in your dreams,
That world is in your mind.
It is unreachble
Undefined.
And that is why
I cannot become
That dream I am in.
That dream of sin
That dream you so desire.
YOU ARE READING
Bloom.
PoesíaA collection of poems and prose from a range of topics. Enjoy! COVER BY: @soundthealarm graphics! Go check them out!
