Dream
I want to wake up in your arms,
Tell me this is a dream,
Tell me none of it was true,
Tell me you still love me.
Counting sheep,
To fall asleep,
As the emptiness lays next to me,
Hoping,
Praying,
Wishing,
For you to come back to me.
But that's just a daydream,
And this isn't a nightmare,
Though I feel like I'm falling down a dark, damp hole,
In this wretched dream.
👁 7💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
harleyqxox
I mostly write about my life, the things I feel and the things that I have been through. I am 23 years old and writing is my passion.
View all poems →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.