Starting off a blissful sleep,
enclose; her gental arms wrapped around me
Soft darkness now prevails,
shutter breaths as I in and exhale
By my side she lets me fight my battle,
because for me at this time staying awake is something-
I can no longer handle
In my dreams my thoughts grow cold,
"fix this now" a voice beggins to shreak
or your hidden self
will soon unfold
First thought to be a monster,
hidden in the dark
white as a ghost,
I can feel it's heart
embarrassed and ashamed;
I dont know what is going on
until the curtans open,
portraying the worst possible phenomenon
I have been exposed,
the world thinks im a freak
sadness in my eyes
as my pride, motivation, and self confidence
depletes
Whispers in the distance;
the voice witch once made the shreak
appears among the crowd
the worlds cutest Geek
Enlightened by her presents,
and her glow that could shine forever
I hope you are always mine
my beloved
Dream Catcher.
Greatest yet- Dillian Hansen
A great start with a nice poem, Dillian. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In my dreams my thoughts grow cold, fix this now a voice beggins to shreak or your hidden self...you are always mine, dream catcher...I could never love anyone more then I love her. very fine poem.. connecting with the dream catcher... tony