Dream

You are mine,
You’ve always been.
Every night
A different scene…

You keep me going
Never let me stop
You give me hope
You give me props…

I was afraid,
Of who n what you are
But in all your vagueness
I saw sense and I saw a path

But it’s getting tiring,
My legs feel the pain.
Every night you tell me
Tomorrow will be that day

I stare at the phone,
I refresh my inbox,
‘No news is good news’,
Seems like a paradox…

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4 Responses

  1. a good one….

    truly more and more ‘No news is good news’

  2. The last stanza rings true in an eerie way. Nice space you have here! Here’s to more writing.

    Thanks for the follow on twitter! 🙂

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