Poems from dreamingpoet
He was lost in the labyrinth of his own mind
Navigating his path with blindfolded eyes
Afraid about whatever he might find
Trying to uphold...
The little girl looked at her reflection
Perfecting an exquisite facade
The young girl looked at her reflection
Poking at her chubby...
Her footsteps are made of fire
They leave burnt tracks in her w a k e . . . .
Her footsteps are made of fire
A map of where to follow...
She looks at me
Smiling
I return it
We bump arms
My heart skips
Hers does not
I’m her friend
She is mine too
But not
She cares
I care more...
Rain pouring
A darkness setting
Over the world
An invisible force
Stealing all of the happiness
-c.h.h.b