The lunar light forces you to dream.
You close your eyes,
You never wake up-
Until you fall.
You feel it in your soul,
It's rising in your eyes;
You can taste it on your tounge,
(Feels nothing like the rise...)
The gravity fails you,
The pressure lets go,
You grab all you can hold,
It still disappears by morning's light.
They are coming after you,
To the ground you fall,
You take your lover,
And kiss him in the moonlight.
Your dream is nothing like daylight's mourning.
Cry, cry, cry...
Twisted dreamer.
A disturbing tale, very well played. I love this, your writing is fantastic, we are all twisted dreamers.
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Most dreams are not more than twisted realities or wishes not yet turned true! You clearly speak your mind and heart in this well penned and fantastic write which clearly shows that Poetry runs in your blood! 10+++ Keep it up! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! ...