Drifting off to slumber land
champagne glasses, silken sheets;
romantic poems pushed to the side
poetry books we both crave,
Does it really matter? He says
as my mind creates the fantasy;
a world we created in our minds and nowhere else.
"Baby" he says as I fall into our fantasy
as he nourshes my chest
my mind falling into him slowly.
a world we both know
is only a fairytale.
He doesn't even know
I still fantasize about him.
Only to awaken in the same place
without him.
He doesn't even know it;
it seems pointless to share it with him anymore
it only brings his hopes up to
where they can't be.
Oh but in my dream last night.
I think he touched me again
oh well it was just a dream.
What do you think?
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Dreams keep us happy
happy keeps us alive and able to dream...mac
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Humm...someone said that the dreams are the preface of the truth..what ever we achieve, it is a dream first and then we get it..and now it is you turn to move for the second stage after dreaming of "him"..lol..very beautiful poetry...well done..
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Yeah lol ain't never going to happen. Thanks so much for your comment and reading my poetry I really appreciate it
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