Slept with those wishes "have a beautiful nightmare, you deserve it", leaving my body unconscious, I was in a trans, floating in the air with none to fear. "Beautiful nightmare", she came first beauty in all ways, the child of angels, I confessed, would you be my wife, that's all I ever wanted, as her finger went through my deceased mother's ring. "I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride", lips locked, years passed with the birth of our children's. I finally wake up, my nightmare was at view, on edge on a building ready to jump, "I guess that's why the beautiful came first".
-Fais de beaux reves-
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Love Beyond Trees
PoetryThis is a poetry that touches and reaches the depths of our emotions that we dare not to tamper with. It's a set of poems I put together for you readers to enjoy and feel the shoes I cannot wear.
