Dreams

this is not a dream,

me and you never will,

of days when sanity invaded,

memories we created.

 

it is not a dream, 

when all i see is pain,

naked bodies drained,

lies becoming truths.

 

it is not a dream,

when a lump is all i feel,

that place you used to be,

no hole did you leave,

 

 

One Comment Add yours

  1. kimemiamaina says:

    The passing of time,
    A potent anaesthetic,
    For lover’s sorrows.

    Like

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