Once upon a dream,
I closed my eyes, and dreamt about
the loving arms of another.
I fell into the feeling.
It felt as if it actually became real.
Then, I open my eyes and I see nothing
but me standing next to no one.
My mind tries to drift off and
daydream again,
but my heart becomes stern,
and refuses to let my head think about
its yet-to-come desires.
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Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
