I don't remember my dreams very often
And sometimes I am glad of the fact
Does anyone want to wake up to thinking murder
was on their own palms, I sure do not.
Other times though, I see you
As you leave for the thousandth time
Smiling as your figure floats just out of reach
I don't like my dreams.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
