she talks in her sleep,
lulled into a subconcious world
having a conversation with her dreams...
she speaks of white picket fantasies,
the humble life of togetherness
created by the beginnings of love...
and of course she says she loves him,
her soul deeply rooted and drenched in a existence
sweetly sprinkled with raptures
that her reality doesn't know of...
and although she's oblivious to these ramblings of desire,
her spirit knows that when the sleeping is over
she will hope it'll find its own way
to a wide awake heart.
(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
In Her Sleep
Posted by Pryncess Poetiq at 2:27 PM
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4 comments:
that was great! i will never produce poetry like that...i don't posess thst deepness and heartfelt feelings involved...good read!
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This scribe made me think.....Hope springs eternal
i like this i felt like this last week
OMG u are such a good writer lol (dudes dont usually type OMG) but ur great, i will def be following this after reading that
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