To Not Dream
If only it where easy, to sleep without dreaming.
Moonlit nightmares, wake the mornings
A hearts long for the flesh of a man.
Thoughts and dreams wasted on the unwanted.
Hands placed on tear washed cheeks
Hopeful to forget the everyday.
To uproot from the norm
To watch the ripples of life,
And never to have an altering storm.
by
ladymorpheusposted on 12/31/1969
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