A DREAM
I saw a girl in my dreams,
her hair,
her eyes,
her nose,
her lips,
they were look like mine.
She's sitting on the couch,
wrapping her arms around her knees,
and she was sobbing.
I asked her why she was crying.
Then, the girl looked at me and said it
"Because I fell in love with
the wrong person again."
After that, I just woke up
and realized that the girl was me.
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Weeping Nights
PoetryWeeping Nights is a collection of poetry and prose about feelings of pain, heartbreak, depression and some piece of advice. Highest Rank: #2 poemcontest 03/15/22
