He calls to me in my dreams,
Arms stretched wide open,
His face full of love and smiles,
His voice carries on the wind like a beautiful melody,
One word over and over,
Sending shivers down my spine every time,
So I run towards him,
Calling him in return,
But as I get closer,
I can see the deep canyon between us,
I stop on the edge,
Stretching my hand out into open space between us,
Just wishing I could touch him,
So I sit and I watch and listen as he calls my name,
Face full of smiles and love,
Arms stretched out,
Just waiting for me to come home.
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My Broken Thoughts
PoetrySo these are some poems I've written over the last few years. Warning some are pretty depressing while others are mushy love poems. The ones with dates as titles are my super old poems from 2015 Hold on and enjoy the wild ride of my broken thoughts.
