Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2015
"I do not want to close my eyes...", she says, thinking that this might be their last moment together.

"Please do. Dream of us, if reality would not let us be.", the boy says as he jumps off the window and settles for a ride.
Sleep.
Sparkling Dust
Written by
Sparkling Dust
2.5k
   Crooked Youth, Cecil Miller and NV
Please log in to view and add comments on poems