In my bed my thoughts in pieces,
Light creeps in as slumber ceases,
I dream of you all through the night,
My dreams so real I hold you tight,
And in your dreams do I fill space,
I long for you your gentle grace,
So as I rise and plan my day,
Will thoughts of you just slip away,
Well I think not I'll keep you near,
For in my heart I hold you dear.
- Author: Lost in Murphy ( Offline)
- Published: July 10th, 2017 09:11
- Comment from author about the poem: Some of my best moments are spent in my dreams
- Category: Love
- Views: 56
Comments3
Elegant and honest. Love this.
Thank you for reading my morning scribble Moonflower. I just can't express enough what your words mean to me. I continue to be truly humbled.
This "Morning scribble" has the flow that some people take hours to accomplish.
"For if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird, that cannot fly."
Langston said it best.
Keep dreaming friend!
Thank you so much my friend.
It's words like yours that make this so easy for me.
Beautiful lovelorn write.
Thank you, laying in bed therapy, a wonderful thing, so easy to flow.
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