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May 2014
Lucid thoughts provoked my imagination awake
             That morning, the bitter coffee singed my tongue
                           She wasn't there any more
              In my dreams
                                                wandering my wasteland mind
                         I found comfort in her
   But now it escaped me
               Knowing I'd have to live the day
                                                    longing for her company
                       Maybe if I fell asleep again
or                    daydreamed a little
or                             held onto that hope a little longer
                        I'd                                 wake up                  & get lost
                                             in her eyes                    &
                                                                    not my mind
                        For once I'd like to be surprised
                                                    By my own meandering,
                                                                                magnetic pull
                                                         My will
Wesley Joseph Breedlove
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