Your lips
Drifting over skin;
Your fingers
A light and hopeless wind.
Your voice
Pulling peace like a lullaby;
As sadness grows
Deeper in your eyes.
I've come to love
This reoccurring dream;
In the night hours
Where you won't let me be.
Then the medicine kicks in
And you slowly leave me;
Dust swirling and clawing at you
Until I admit defeat.
Your lips pull at mine
Just to slowly fade;
Your hands grip in my mind
Only to slip away.
Your mouth covers mine
In the saddest of ways;
While your fingers attempt
To keep my tears at bay.
They're just secret words on the sheets
And darling promises I can't keep
The reality is that this world of ours is decaying...
An, "I love you" is whispered;
But neither of us can hear
What the other is saying.
For you're just a figment
Of a dream I'd long ago made...
And no matter how much I want it...
A. Dream. Can't. Stay.
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.
