I am walking to New York,
Exaustion overtakes me.
As sleep grips me, a cloud absorbs me.
I awake in someone's bed,
Where a woman makes us coffee
Which morphs into a
So, the two of us
Go about our day with our faces
I won a contest with this poem. It had to be 50 words or less and about dreams.
Hmmmmm i totaly agree wiht this. that was grat work. 5/5
11 years ago
This is like my writing style! Haha!
[[That was my joy moment...]]
Honestly, this is very nice. I love the abstract[ness] to it, and the title just... Well, I read it cause of the title. So there you go.
And, don't worry if people don't get it, all that matters is what you think of it... [[And I Effin Love It!]]
Like, omg. I feel like such a... like fan, like, freak, like, like...[[heh.]]