I had a dream.
An imaginary scene.
Unconsciously playing
Of what I may have seen.
But it was not what I had seemed.
In which he sat behind me, smiling.
Then tears rolled down on my cheeks.
Felt stopping him from leaving.
I looked down from where we are.
And found us walking in opposites.
He wrapped his hands around me,
Closer than ever at where he sits.
Comforted me with warm voice.
Realization came at last.
Half asleep- half awake.
Stared at his eyes- indeed t'was him.
The guy I shouldn't have loved.
The guy who can't even be mine
Well, I've got no choice left now.
Should I stop hoping for the sign?
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
I had a dream.
An imaginary scene.
Unconsciously playing
Of what I may have seen.
But it was not what I had seemed.
In which he sat behind me, smiling.
Then tears rolled down on my cheeks.
Felt stopping him from leaving.
I looked down from where we are.
And found us walking in opposites.
He wrapped his hands around me,
Closer than ever at where he sits.
Comforted me with warm voice.
Realization came at last.
Half asleep- half awake.
Stared at his eyes- indeed t'was him.
The guy I shouldn't have loved.
The guy who can't even be mine
Well, I've got no choice left now.
Should I stop hoping for the sign?
