The Dream
“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream” – Edger Allan Poe
This is a dream, just a dream
So if it’s a dream I can wake up right
I’ll just close my eyes tight
When I open them I’ll see the light.
So why when I open them am I still here?
Is it a Nightmare, or real?
Just let me wake from this hell
Let me go back to my home
Tell me I’m not a monster
Tell me she’ll forgive me
Tell me she still loves me
Tell her I’m sorry
Tell her I care
Tell her I miss her
Tell her I want to wake from this Nightmare.
A/n: so this is just another poem I wrote. Let me know if you think I should turn this into a real story or just leave it as a collection of poems. P.S. If you can tell me who supposed to be the one writing this one I’ll give you a quick one-shot, no lemons.
A Poem to the Moon
“Dreams are more real than reality itself, they're closer to the self.” Gao Xingjian
Hello beautiful mistress of the night
Your light warms my soul
Your gentle breezes sooth the fire in my hart
For you to the four corners of the world would I fly.
Your moon is second to none
For you I yearn to be with
For you I would kill for
For you I would die for.
The world is cruel
You were taken from us
Unjustly, unfairly it took you from this world.
After it took you from us
The night we loved
Now empty and bitter
The love you gave us gone
And the world was draped in
A NIGHTMARE
