He whispered to me his plight
Told me of lover's in the light
He'd kiss me nice and hold me tight
He was a dream of the night
He was my own darkened knight
I was his as he was mine.
But it wasn't a dream to share
For in the end he didn't care
He'd used my body and taken my soul
To add pleasure to the story he told.
YOU ARE READING
Collect Me
Poetry"Maybe dreams stay dreams so that the nightmares will still feel worse than reality...." A collection of works in her forbidden hours, raw and new. I'm not a particular fan of collection pieces, but it's been highly requested so.. I'm going to try.
