The dream

by Good Enough   Nov 29, 2006


I hear you voice calling my name
Getting closer I feel your touch
The fog is so dense I can't see your face
But I know its you
Your voice trails off into the distance
I try to find you but your no where to be herd
Footsteps get closer to where I cry
I wake up to my suprise
Your laying next to me comforting my whimpers
You whisper softy into my ear
Telling me everything will be okay

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  • 14 years ago

    by amandalynn

    It'd be nice to wake up being comforted..
    Nice poem.
    :)