It's an old dream of mine
To gaze into his unknown
Eyes.
I dream of sitting next to a fire,
The light helping me read
the book that rests on my knees.
And you are fast asleep
On your back,
Lying on my lap.
I wrap my arms around you
And stare at you with loving
Ways.
Our hands hold each other
Until the last of our human
Days.
The fingers enter laced
Perfectly, like puzzle pieces
Meant to be.
I may not know who you are,
But I still have dreams
Of you and me.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
