She's lying in the bed of dead roses.
A bed for shadows.
Misty eyes loosened, the heaviness-
In her chest.
She wore a hair of the rivers from her tears to the heart.
She couldn't help-
but she locked the eyes and breathed out.
The feeling, I never thought-
Closing windows could feel so secured.
To cry.
Down there,
The lips never lose, always run for a smile.
Her body rise.
Apathetic she, utmost the unaffected-
The dearly dark.
On her way to step-
A dying flowers?
Hold on, just let her think.
"Is this a dream?"
"Am I reading a dream?"
She stood-
To face the world.
Emotions she carries, traumatized memories.
The discomfort, she felt.
The hands she made it to mistake.
Her head turns on the other side
A single mirror.
The edges of her dress downed from the bed
As she walks to-
Be facing mirror.
But she saw... "Me?"
Eyes can see mirror, but with hearts, feels like reflection.
What did she see?
Her shivering hands touched the glass, as it goes on the other world.
She waited... 'Till being touched from a gentle hand.
It was love that she needed.
She never got from anyone.
Awakened.
But goes back to reality.
She later saw her hands was touching to her heart.
Little did she know, dreams were a mirror of emotions.
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PoetryThe power of someone's mind can reguvenate the soul of another, giving it light using influential words. Have a drink to my prose and poetry, and place yourself in the book where you feel understood and enlightened. Words by: SoulKiss Editor: Xisu
