Of Dreams and Nightmares
In the night I feel the cold take hold
I reach for comfort and it is gone
I turn and turn trying to sleep
But tears washes sleep away
why am I so alone?
Why does love turn so cruel?
I am awake, but I dream,
Dreams of touches and caresses,
Whispers and kisses.
My dreams are my nightmares
my hopes are my despair
I try to reach out to others
But they turn away
Only in the final sleep can I feel no pain.
But my heart will not let me
It says dreams can come true
If I only truly believe.
Do you?
2007-09-21
13:57:07
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➔ Poetry