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Aug 2015
There's a bubble in my chest I can't suppress
An eerie feeling of being watched when no one's around
The quivering under my sheets that screams "unrest"
So under the covers to faraway dreams I'm bound

It feels so real
So lovely and ethereal
The warmth of his hand in mine, my heart beating faster as he smiles so sublime
The overcast above sounding like love
And the grass is really greener and the water much clearer
The sky so bright with the wind just right
We lay on the ground, my legs tired from running around
He looks at me I look at him
I feel complete, and for once not so dim

Then I wake up
Feeling the warmth of his hand slip away, still seeing his smile as if he stayed
The horizon is grey with that somber blue hue
And the grass isn't as green, and the water not so clean
The sky is dim with a subtle, chilling wind
I lay on my bed, my mind tired from running around
I look at my hands and try to understand where I am
I feel incomplete, and once again still dim
Aquinas
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Aquinas  21/Non-binary/Sarasota, Florida
(21/Non-binary/Sarasota, Florida)   
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     --- and WickedHope
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