I know he's restless at night
For he has terrible dreams
So we'll lay there in our homes
Both together yet alone
We let our demons out to play...
With hope they'll leave us alone
Sure it's unlikely
But it's a dream that's come to grow...
He likes to say he's bad
That his ways are corrupt
And it doesn't matter what I add,
For his confidence's underdeveloped
Perhaps he is lonely
Or maybe he's just sad
Mad that his trust has been crushed
Or mad this friendship's all he has?
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.
