Last night I've dreamed
about love, and when I woke up
I immediately searched for it
under the bed, behind the closet,
in the corners of my cabinet and
even beneath the pillow where
I was sleeping on but it is
no where to be found, so I am
worried because it might have
lost its way back to me when
I was dreaming about it last night.
And for ten months,
I wasn't able to feel its
presence nor its loving shadow.
It's like love was hiding from me,
afraid to be found but when
I dreamed of it again,
only then I knew that
it chose to stay in my dreams,
never wanting to be my reality.
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Blued Lines
PoetryTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
