Dream Of Me Poem by Taya Queens

Our empty talks are no longer safe
These broken walks feel our nightmares with wicked creature
haunted homes with plastic windows
shattered glass dolls hide under emotionless faces
my skin hides with goosebumps trails
When you smile I see a hallow man with many bones to hide away
and yet I stay for I know
you and I are meant to be
So when our walk comes to end
I do not cry for you will be mine once again