I dreamt of a family
One of my own
And one where the words won't twist through my ribs
I dreamt of love
One where I wouldn't have to crawl
Craving and begging
I dreamt of me
On a bed with white sheets where I lay my head on His lap
And He says, "It's time to sleep"
YOU ARE READING
Breaking Nacre
Poetry"I was a time bomb you said, Ticking, destruction awaits as I keep moving." Copyright © 2021 by Giasemine S.
