I had yet to find a dreamer-
at least one who dreamed like me
but as soon as I caressed his soul
my darkest caves were free
I understood what I was to learn
and what I sought to complete
For once he saw the dreams I did
our souls were bound to meet
They say the thing with angels-
is they always float away
I suppose this time they're right
but I have hope that one will stay.
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
