Dreams were my only escape
The only place where I could see you
The only time when I could be with you
My safehouse, my happy place
Until it wasn't
Until waking up became a punishment
My heart used to race whenever I saw you in my dream
Approaching me like the first snow fall
Like the flowers blooming after a long period of drought
Until my heart broke every time my eyes opened,
To a world where you were not by my side,
My arms stretching and searching,
Trying to hold onto that momentary happiness,
To that warmth that I had so realistically felt in my dreams,
Until my dreams turned into my nightmares,
Until waking stopped being an option.
YOU ARE READING
The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoetryAs the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
