In my dreams you touched me,
Somewhere deep inside...
He took his stance,
Legs spread apart...
There was no tears
No painful sighs...
What use is a poem that is short?
I'll bet you'll ask with great retort...
In my dreams you touched me,
Somewhere deep inside...
By my fingertips I gripped,
Muscles locked with tension...
Hate this life, love the next. |
Don't be scared, just prepared. |