Killer dreams don't wake me up
I just stir the coffee in my cup
If the monsters tear me apart
When I wake up I call it art
I'm not one to fall prey to my imagination
After all it's my own creation
YOU ARE READING
My Heart To Yours
Poetry~My heart burns on heavy with nothing and no one to call my own~ I had fun with these. That you probably knew, but also I hope you will too! With Love, David Yager
