i wished to live the dreams,
i had seen in my sleep,
yet,
my teacher made me live,
a nightmare today.
— i wish to never live again.
YOU ARE READING
brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
viii
i wished to live the dreams,
i had seen in my sleep,
yet,
my teacher made me live,
a nightmare today.
— i wish to never live again.
