My dreams morphed from a faceless woman bearing my children,
To you, wanting another chance
My dreams morphed from cataclysmic apocalypses,
To survival, life after life, with you.
Although in truth, I believe you were there, in every one of my dreams.
The faceless girl, representing my inability to not only cope but understand what I felt for you, my emotions personified into the perfect specimen.
The cataclysmic apocalypse, a desolate landscape, representing the uninhabitable corners of my heart, that of which you so readily claimed and so readily left baron.
A place no one else may dare step foot.
Dreams are a window into the soul's most vulnerable and chaotic iterations of one's wants and needs.
And I guess some part of me must want the world to end so you'd be given no other choice but to love me.
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Author:
Sebastian (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Been a while since ive written on here, i missed it. This is my returning crescendo i guess. Not my best but when its real and raw emotion, it doesn't matter how good it is.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Heavy words for a desire that none can fulfill. We wish the love of others but none control the hearts of others. Our own heart a prisoner of its desires stands alone unheard by any but ourselves. The last two lines have crushing weight and a a crown to this poem.
This a incredibly powerful write around the struggles and pains around the heart and wanting of love. Raw and emotional write with very powerful last two lines.
Glad of keeping it real! And welcome back 👍🏻
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