If I should dream about you
And wake is a silent discord
Eyes still red with red vessels of pain
I shall return to this slumber
And follow you down that road
again.
When you turn left I'll turn right
moving quickly away...
The heat of the day lingers stifles me into thinking
I can't help the thinking
But piece by piece I'll forget
As the words burn and the hurt blows free in the ashes
And when I sleep again and I catch a glimpse of you
I won't walk behind you
My mind will then cease trying to find you.
YOU ARE READING
Happier a little sad.
PoezieThe book title poem, happier a little sad is a reflection of when find that if I am totally carefree, which isn't very often! That I do not get any inspiration for writing poetry. I wrote this poem that explains it. *********************************...
