The Dream
The dream I detailed in my last post can be summed up with rhyme.
The Dream
An arm around your frozen waist
your lips a long forgotten taste
Your only sound a quiet sigh
not even strength to tell a lie
An orange light through an open blind
an empty room is all I find
An open door your chance to flee
and left inside
is half
of me.
The Dream
An arm around your frozen waist
your lips a long forgotten taste
Your only sound a quiet sigh
not even strength to tell a lie
An orange light through an open blind
an empty room is all I find
An open door your chance to flee
and left inside
is half
of me.