Tell me, do you dream of me?
or am I just here
dreaming of you?
Tell me, is it me that you see
in your dreams
and your memories?
I need to know because
I keep on holding on
to something thin
and I'm faint
My airways are clogging
while I'm being drowned out
Is this real?
It feels surreal
Going under
going pale
which feeling will prevail
Regret washing over
tidal waves sweep moments behind me
the wake is memories
I smile to hide the tears
finding it hard to empathise when life gives you less
to forgive and forget
accept
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Rough Sketches
PoetryLike rough sketches these poems outline my ideas. They summarise my thoughts and feelings but leave enough unsaid for you to colour in the rest. For some poems (Under, Walk to You) I used song lyrics as inspiration to help me get writing. The lyric...
