Lost In Dreams
I love it when I dream.They fit me like a saphire ring.
They take me places of lost fortunes.
They give people misforturnes.
Evertime I have a nighmare, I take pleasure from it.
In my dreams I can smell the candle when its lit.
In my dreams I am the cause of death.
I can take every ones very last breath.
I have dreams where my sheep turn to clouds.
I dream of things that are so unbelievably profound.
The men in them are quite proficient.
That when I sleep I couldnt miss it.
My dreams give me pleasure of the great unknown
.My garden of black roses are now grown.
If you like what you hear.
I dare you to come to my dark abyss of the unclear.
posted by angel @ 8:31 PM
2 Comments:
the poem had ur feelings alrite
but lemme tell u if u wrote it from an aesthetic point of view then it was a bit immature
try and read more books and take up more specific words which desribe u rather than words that rhyme properly
just a suggestion
tc bye
then who wrote it/?
now that the poem is not written by u it seems great
kiddin
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