I had a dream, of which then I woke
It was the 17th of february, a friday
We let each other go, but you were there
Awkwardly patching up something to say
To remember much, which I did not
My memory's bad, a shame
But that I know that in the dream
You were with me all day
Oh such I long, but our pride's high
As you called me something you shouldn't
I'm at the point in my mundane life
I'm tired of still chasing, who wouldn't
'Tis now quarter past four, morn of this day
As I sat in my bed recollecting
Regret can it be called, I'd reckon not
But it's nice when the dream was lasting
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Das my cat in the picture. He's named Ciel
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My Poems
PoetryPoems that are random or have themes but the latter ones have become more sentimental or of my personal thoughts Technically this is just a softcopy of the poems I have made all throughout the years Hope you can relate to some and enjoy (*'ω｀*)
