As I dream about her,
I experience joy, sadness, energy,
And much more which is non descript,
Not adequate, maybe because she's so beatiful.
The dreams, of laughing, sharing, caring, crying with her,
Were and are dreams still,
Because the mornings are kind,
But the nights are bad, drunk.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
As I dream about her,
I experience joy, sadness, energy,
And much more which is non descript,
Not adequate, maybe because she's so beatiful.
The dreams, of laughing, sharing, caring, crying with her,
Were and are dreams still,
Because the mornings are kind,
But the nights are bad, drunk.
No notes. #lamepoetry #hurt #justdreams
