I dreamt I lay in your arms last night that you spoke my name and held me tight I dreamt you sighed and melted my heart we spent the night like a work of art I dreamt I kissed your magical lips that lightning flowed between our fingertips I woke from my dream to find an empty bed I cursed myself for dreaming when hope has long been dead.
Reason for writing:
Again, fairly self-explanatory. I had the dream, I wrote the poem. It actually rhymes (sort of) and has a vague rhythm, so I may get around to putting it to music someday.
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