it was only in that dream
you slowly took me in
embracing my soul
with soft little strokes
you let me hold your face
like how I was wildly in flames loving you
and I recall asking,
"Are you for real? Is this a dream?"
only to wake up sorely, later
to jagged claw marks
on the hourglass
-a.
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littlemisscloud writes
PuisiMy collection of original poetry writings where I'd write way past my bedtime.
