
Those constant dreams torture me with the things I cannot have...
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 86 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-23-09 - id: 2650710
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A dark night.
There is no moon.
The stars do not shine.
And the dreams,
those constant dreams
that come at night
and show me things
that are to come...
Those constant dreams
come again tonight
and I toss in my bed,
willing them to disappear.
What if I don't want to see the future?
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a/n: There will be a followup poem to this... Because what the dreams have been taunting me with happened the other day... Too bad it was only a joke. .
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