Dreams
Dreams
When I dream of her she is beyond beautiful, in the real she has become ugly to me. In my head I never want to leave her side, in the daylight I can't wait to get away. In the fantasy her voice is like a song, today it is like a crow. In the beginning her eyes had nothing but love for me, in the end they have only comtempt. I was her shiny knight now I am her yellow coward. I used to long to see her, to feel her embrace, I wish I still felt that way. Her kisses have warmed my mind. My smile was never forced. All that was no longer is. My dreams have changed.
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short and bittersweet
It isn't so much what was said but all that wasn't.
Boy I sure hope my spouse never feels that way about me.
Thank you
Thank you - I think. This was just something I felt the day I wrote it - a bad day. Luckily, my good days greatly out number the bad.
It was a compliment
I guess that sort of sounded like a "left handed" compliment. I did mean it in a good way, to be able to say so few words and yet say so much...just goes to show you, even bad days can be inspiring.
It's always a good idea to put our thoughts down on paper.
Very thoughtful and well-written poem you have there. I enjoyed reading it even though it sounded sad. Some days are good, some are bad, but they all carry some meaning. Thanks for sharing. +1
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Thank you
Thanks. I don't write many short things so it is great to hear the compliments.