Morning always brings revelations

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Isn't it funny how after a good nights sleep, you can see things so much differently?

Submitted: April 04, 2007

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I didn't want to dream.
But I awoke with it's memory
burning my half lidded eyes.
Your face
your skin
your smile

Damn you
for invading my refuge.
Damn you
for making believe,

and walking away.

I shaved my legs,
and finished the laundry,
still dreaming I suppose.
Somehow,
I thought it would matter.

Damn you
for fucking me.
Damn you
for making me believe,

and me for dreaming.

 


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