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Dreaming: A book of poetry

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Dreams of angels, Dreams of songs, Dreams that haunt you all night long. This is a finished book of poetry that I wrote in my first year on Wattpad. Is it good? I'm not sure, did I write it from my heart? Yes, yes I did. If you could leave a vote a...

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N i g h t m a r e s

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by Spiderstring

by Spiderstring

N I G H T M A R E S

Sitting here.

Feeling nothing but fear.

My pulse pounding like a drum.

I said I wasn't scared,

but I guess I was wrong.

When I started I hadn't cared.

But now I am scared.

Yes I am scared.

I feel a cold hand on my shoulder,

I whip around in a flash.

Did I catch a bit of cold air?

There are rips in the window sash.

I feel a hot breath on my neck,

I scream, my pulse is thudding.

But there's nothing there,

Then I hear the sound of ripping.

My hearts a fire of fear.

When I started I hadn't cared,

But now I am scared,

Yes I am scared.