I stared out the
window
The sun brazing
my skin
I was daydreaming
Dreaming of him
It was so vivid
Felt so real
Too real
to be a dream
but I was locked in
Captured by his eyes
Stuck in an illusion
to my surprise
Only to realise
later on
that it wasn't
a dream but a vision
of what was yet to come
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ⓝⓞⓝ-ⓔⓧⓘⓢⓣⓔⓝⓣ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ (ᴬ ᴾᴼᴱᵀᴿᵞ ᴮᴼᴼᴷ)
PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.