this poem is dumb... but it's how i feel
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fingers in my hair
lips on my skin
hearing my name
softly spoken in the dark
bodies tangled up
hearts beating fast
smiling at each other
feeling each others bodies
waking up in the sun
pouring down on your face
you kiss my forehead goodmorning
right before the telling sound
of the alarm
woke me up
and you were gone
the side of the bed
in which you once laid
only in my dreams
is now cold and barren
and i find myself waking
to not sun, but rain
and the memory of the dream
that slowly fades
not every dream comes true in this world
but if any of my dreams could come true
please let it be you
lips on my skin
hearing my name
softly spoken in the dark
bodies tangled up
hearts beating fast
smiling at each other
feeling each others bodies
waking up in the sun
pouring down on your face
you kiss my forehead goodmorning
right before the telling sound
of the alarm
woke me up
and you were gone
the side of the bed
in which you once laid
only in my dreams
is now cold and barren
and i find myself waking
to not sun, but rain
and the memory of the dream
that slowly fades
not every dream comes true in this world
but if any of my dreams could come true
please let it be you
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato
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the poem's not dumb, imo... the cadence of the first four is wonderfully felt... and how it goes
this
this
this
here
is cool...
i'd love to see the rest of it follow that pattern, and it wouldn't be hard to work it that way at all
We all can relate
nice work
maybe forlorn...
think of me tonight when you're dreaming
and dream like you've never dreamt before
dream of what life would be like
if you didn't have to dream anymore
~me
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
pouring down on your face
you kiss my forehead goodmorning
right before the telling sound
of the alarm
woke me up
and you were gone
the side of the bed
in which you once laid
only in my dreams
is now cold and barren
I really like these lines in particular. This is such a specific feeling and you really got it.
"Speaking as a child of the 90's..."
my favorite poet, i've missed you darling! *big warm welcoming hug* hope you're takin' care!
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