Take me back to peace and my dreams under the cotton sheets
Take me back to the resting and the belief I was fine,
Away from the knowledge she, I suffered inside
I can't trust you mind
You lie, you make me not okay
You speak for me, lost my sweet memories of who I was
I've taken leaves out of too many books,
worn more masks than I could count
You DRESSED me, every day,
covering the sores with another new dream
I'm awake and in the high life
But the words my mind tell me,
they draw dusk before my purer form cracks dawn
YOU ARE READING
Unrelated... A series of weird and wonderful poems
PoetryA collection of the unusual and the very usual poetry, A collection, a series, A set which grows over time © P.H.Dyer, 2011-2012 All rights reserved Note: I have had issues with people using my work without authorisation, and so I've had to put thi...
