Sometimes I so want with you to be.
Sometimes I want your arms around me.
Sometimes I so want our lips to kiss.
Sometimes I want so much more than this.
Other times I don't care as much, you see.
Other times I think alone I'm happy.
Other times I can laugh so carelessly,
'Bout the plain fact that it's all just a dream.
Most times, alas, unfortunately,
It is those "sometimes" eating at me.
I wish in vain 'twas more than a dream....
And look discontent at reality.
??Dec10
Don't ask me to dream much, my love,
For it is only all a dream.
And waking from it crushes so,
Returning to reality.
So I will dream in spurts and fits
And I'll dream quite passionately;
And wake from it to live real life....
More often occasionally.
17Dec10
Dreams are free. Words are cheap.
And love is hard to find.
Thus I dream, hear and read,
Yet often wonder why....
Love seems to elude me.
29Dec10
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 12th, 2011 00:04
- Comment from author about the poem: I did mention I LOVE to dream.....maybe I shouldn't? Naturally, some reflections on that pastime.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
I can relate. The last stanza is very blunt and curt, I like it very much because it just seems to complete the poem.
Thank you very much for stating so, and for your opinion expressed....it is as the dates show, a collection of musings on dreaming, which interestingly by their progression (in the days composed) do seem rather to make a whole. Thanks again very much!
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