The Dream

This was a dream i had so i decided to put it into a poem.

Starts with a store,

slaves all day.

 A simple kiss.

 Confused, why?

 He knows,

I’m taken.

 days pass,

 still no sign,

 of the one.

 the one I love.

 the day finally comes.

He’s here.

 Its him...

 but he’s not the same.
 Yet we continue.

 We talk,

 we laugh,
 we kiss and hug.

 We fight and make up.

But he’s just not the same,

 the one I loved,

 and never will be.

 

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

Your writings all have a neat rhythm and flow to them, and all are fresh and creative.