My senses fool me, cause you're nowhere to be seen,
But it seems like reality, when it is but a dream,
Memories kept me walking backwards, and fall,
I couldn't see my future, 'cause you were my all,
And the pictures, the moments are all in my head,
I wake up repeatedly, still in my bed,
Feeling the presence of a silence and screams,
Why is this reality, when it is but a dream?
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Poem Memoir
PoetryCollection of poems I made from the olden, Jurassic times until now. Please BARE with me.