106:Dreamt
I dreamt of you again like many other nights.
But this time the dream felt too real.
God, how I wished that it was.
The faint smell of your scent, so fimilar to my senses.
That sound of your voice, was such a relief to my nerves.
God that smile of yours shattered my heart once again.
Oh those lips of yours that drew me to tears.
But at last I woke gasping in the with eyes wondering and searching for you.
My heart once again happened to long for yours.
When you spoke in the dream, you believed that I have hatred towards you.
I admit at a time I did loathe you for what you had done,
but I no longer have it anymore.
I like to believe I have let you go, but I fear I still hold a piece of you.
I have not thought of you in some time.
And I wonder why this dream came upon me.
My only theory is maybe it was you thiking of me this time.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.