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Author: AttackedByRain
Fiction Rated: K - English - Romance/Drama - Reviews: 2 - Published: 07-22-07 - Updated: 07-22-07 - Complete - id:2393726

A Terribly Wonderful Dream

It’s too cold, too cold.

Your touch has my mind definitely sold

Your fingers gently caress my cheek

Making my heart strong, but my body weak

I embrace you hastily, not sure of you

My stomach flutters, when I realize it’s true

You’re back, my boy

My love, my joy

You take my hand, never looking away

You say that you wish you could stay

I don’t mutter a word, not one sound

As my heart slowly sank to the ground

You hug me once more

Kissing my head to make sure

That I know you will never leave

Although, you already have, in a way that’s impossible to conceive

You slowly let go, my tears flowing free

You begin to drift until I can no longer see

You are gone now, gone for good

My feeble mind must have misunderstood

Just as every other night, it’s always the same thing

You show up, my knight, my king

You confuse, and you mend

But then you leave and I must start all over again

I am eternally grateful for these meetings

But they tear me, and put me through tiresome beatings

Beatings of hope and desire

Then you leave, and my heart becomes a pit of fire

Nothing comes in and nothing goes out

Keeping my feelings inside and forever stout

I can no longer see the mirage of your beautiful frame

Now, the only feeling I know is shame

Wake up, don’t believe what you see

My heart says, but he will always hold the key

No matter how long it has been

I don’t think I can any longer, control the mind spin

I can’t compete with the games my mind plays as I sleep

I’ve already tried counting sheep

When that didn’t work, I tried ignoring him altogether

Then I realized, silly girl, I could ignore him just as I would a feather

The problem was, I didn’t want to

I would constantly get lost in those two eyes of blue

I think I have to go now, I think I’m ready

He would always say, so soft, so steady

And he would leave, my heart stuck in the same hold

It’s too cold, too cold



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