I still catch myself dreaming about you,
Like a wild fire that came out of the blue.
It's a swirling sensation inside my stomach;
I'm a child riding the merry go round and I can't get enough.
Around and faster we go,
Every spin shows a brand new scenario.
It's too fast;
I can't hold on to my grasps.
We burn up in the most tragic flames,
Our feelings end up in vain.
I suddenly snap out of my head.
Here I am again,
Lonely in bed.
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
