I dreamed of your eyes
You looking at me
I dreamed of your smile
You said I was pretty
As you cupped my cheek
Touching me gently
Tilting your head
Leaning in to kiss me
I was smiling in my sleep
My heart was warmed
I was helpless and weak
And then I awoke
Feeling empty, depleted scorned
So sad I was with sleep in my eyes
Tears then followed
As I pound my fists with despise
It was bittersweet, my love
Cause you were 'my' true love
But I am not yours, was I
Dream do turn to reality. We dream what we want sometimes. This is a good poem. Many people pass through this one way or the other. I like the poem. Keep writing and turn the dream to reality. Pls read my poems also
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice dream.sometimes they do come true