Insomniac
I'm afraid that if I close my eyes,
I'd fall in love with the silence
and I'd crave more of its haze
that I no longer want to lie awake
I'm afraid of midnight dreams
for I might get lost on its haven
longing more of its lucid scene
that I want no more of my senses
I'm afraid that if I fall asleep,
the fairies and daisies will haunt me;
the rainbows will dazzle my sanity
that I want no more of reality
I don't want to fall in love with deep slumber
if it means that I would dream of it for forever
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
