it's late and these thoughts
just won't leave my mind
my worst vice of wanting
what cannot be mine
it's only a mindless
dream, i am sure
i can't help but dream
what if i were yours?
we'd lay out supine
in the seats of your car
roll down the roof
and admire the stars
your fingers would curl
themselves around mine
i'd look over at you
and lose track of time
your fingers trace patterns
on the back of my hand
in front of our eyes
the fireflies dance
in summer we dive
into shimmering pools
dance to old records
pretending we're cool
the sun rises slow
i like you in this light
i save this memory
for a cold, lonely night
my head rests on your shoulder
and i fall asleep
to wake from a dream
that you were mine to keep
because i do know
that when you close your eyes
the innocent blue ones
that you see aren't mine
you won't take me out
on cool midnight drives
my heart will beat faster
but you won't know why
i'll want to tell you
but i'll write it instead
because most my thoughts are
better left unsaid
those thoughts will just have
to stay in my mind
they're just wistful ramblings
for another lifetime.
YOU ARE READING
dreamscape
Poetrypoetry is our intercession for those sentiments beyond rational description. this collection embodies those pillow thoughts that demand to be written down after the hours of pragmatism and daylight have passed. - - | Highest ranking: #2 in dreamjour...
