Dreams

However did I find you…

I don’t realize how often you’re in my dreams

Not the fall asleep type of dreams

The dream when I’m a dying fire and you’re gasoline

You’re walking through a battle scene

You, in your black jeans

Showing me beauty more so than that of a magazine

Saving me from the crying

Yet here you are, keeping me smiling

Never just complying

I’ve always been here

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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