I wrote a poem in my dream.
I wrote a poem about what we could be and who we could become,
I compared the smile on your face to the sun's rays,
the colour of your eyes to the ocean's depths,
the colour of your skin to the bee's honey.
the dream was as sweet as the honey—Until it wasn't.
I wrote a poem in my nightmare.
I wrote a poem about what we could've been and who we could've become,
I compared the smile on your face to the sun's rays — scorching,
the colour of your eyes to the ocean's depths — drowning,
the colour of your skin to the bee's honey — stinging.
I wrote a poem in my dream,
and I never woke up.
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Thoughts
Poetry["I'm lost in a forest of thoughts and the trees are in flames."] Poems of some sort and thoughts and feelings and questions that will never be answered. Highest ranking: 73rd in poetry - 23.2.16 *cover made by @-misadventures*
