Ruins Of My Dearest Dreams.

by Teria   Aug 3, 2007


Ruins Of My Dearest Dreams.

I can feel him now, his touch so soft.
I can hear him now, his voice aloft.
His memories, they haunt me every night,
and my mind it's just not set too right.

Ruins of my dearest dreams,
they follow and rip at the seams.
They steal every thing that I withhold,
from the world so barren cold.

I'm left without a word to say,
and no tomorrow, just yesterday.
I'm searching for what I once held,
while putting aside each time I rebelled.

I can feel it now, the touch so soft.
I can hear it now, the voice aloft.
My future awaits each movement I'll make,
as the ruins of my dearest dreams rule as a mistake.

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Title given by Anna. xD

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  • 17 years ago

    by TrueLover

    Wow, this is a wonderful poem...kinda made me shiver, lol, for some reason. I love it.