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by janey
Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1254020
it is a dream of mine
HATEST DREAM

Last night I dreamt of you
We held hands and don't have a clue
You wear that shirt now I'm screwed
and have that smile, I'm definitely hooked

You held my hand so tight
as we walk through the gloomy night
I closed my eyed and your obliged
I stood there blankly while your lips on mine

A sudden voice I heard so loud
It was my dad standing firm and so proud
I woke up so bad that I fell on the ground
It's a monday morning and I have class to frown

A minute or two I thought it was true
I wished it never happened cause it only made me blue
I sat in my chair feeling so aloof
Then I remembered I have a seatwork to do

I hate my dad for bursting my bubble
Now what else can I do but to stumble
how can I trust my instinct so shallow
If I feel so deep to a person untouchable

As I rest in my rocky bed
My tired eyes started to get blurred
and before I fully enter the door of dreams
I pray first it will be you whom I'll see
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