Sauntering into the drapes of dreams,
Of ruins of me,
Of past and current times.
I have seen you,
I have held you,
I have lived in you,
My dream.
The only thing,
I ever wanted,
Was to be with you,
In reality.
And with sands of the clock,
Running about.
With the dirt in air,
Panting mere souls.
As I erode,
So do you,
Slip away from me,
My dream.
It is time to wake up,
And see,
That maybe,
I am left with no you,
But just me.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...