dream of laughter,
dream of fire,
waiting for a sweet
escape,
planning out the ashen
crumble of your
expectations,
let my days become hazy,
let my nights
become the buzzing pulse of my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoy the rhythm of your poem - very nice. Expectations are never what you expect them to be.