I met you once in a dream
You were desperately calling for me
Calling for help, begging for help
And I came to save you
I met you twice in a vision
You said you've had enough
Of what I am, what I became
And I let you leave me
I met you thrice in a bubble
You turned into a nightmare
Chasing me, hungry for me
But this time, I'm not giving in
Because I know that you're unreal
In a bubble of my biggest fears
YOU ARE READING
Hearts of Roses
PoésieA series of poems about romance life and its ups and downs. Mostly downs, but that's what reality is. Too many ups will give you painful downs. More downs and less ups makes balance. Or maybe I'm just seeing it wrong. Oh, and a wee bit of creepines...
