This blog is for ages of 14-50. Enjoy it!
When I close my eyes I hope to dream,
Except for when they make me scream,
Images of fright running through my mind
I try to fight but they grab me from behind
Other nights however I dream of him
I cant distinguish his face, but his name is Tim
He whispers my name so gentle and kind
Even when im awake he is always on my mind
His eyes, so green, so humble
When I try to speak I can only mumble
This is not real, he is fake I say
I contemplate this while we lay
When I wake up I still feel this dream was real
I wish it was, I would agree to any deal
Then reality strikes me, leaving me in dismay
He was too good for me anyway
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Wow so the whole poem was a dream? You should have described other things that people go through when they have dreams. Besides that the poem was great.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Chris, but I enjoyed reading it. I liked how you made the poem seem so real. I always have dreams that I get mixed up with real life. haha.
ReplyDeleteI really like the concept of this poem a lot. The poem would be greatly enhanced without the rhyme.
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