Sweet dream of mine?
Where did you go?
I am so low.
You need to find me,
darling, come see—
The time is waning,
And I am fainting.
Catch me before
All the time is gone.
not today
Writing of flowers and sunshine and kisses
Is very well for the unforgotten, the ones where
Promises are still kept.
But it gets to be ridiculous when all you have known
Is leaving, lying, and cheating.
These words flow from a place of
Disappointment—
A place of pure and poignant
Sorrow—
A place of deep and abiding
Wishing for better
Than she has ever known.
And yet, she writes—
Of happiness and love and joyfulness
Most days—
Just not this day.
top shelf
Her heart is sitting on a shelf most days.
It looks around and makes a few wishes,
Taking time to contemplate all the ways
Of how good life can be as it swishes
By unconcerned with how long it takes
To see around the corners and become
Something like the wish she makes
As the shelf begins to feel like home.
And nothing is quite the same again
And she see this and must pretend
That everything is fine
Even when it is not.
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