A broken fairytale 

    A fallen star 

    The rain at midnight 

    A wish, unwished 

    The crack in the mirror on the wall 

    An undone kiss – an evening lost 

    Whispers of lust and desire 

    My very own beautiful stranger 

    My book of unfinished poems 

    Of nowhere and never and 

    Forever lasting ever 

    I just dream you into being 

    And if a thing is dreamed 

    Surely the dream must be 

    Posted by

    Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

    3 thoughts on “You

    Leave a Reply

    Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

    You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

    Google+ photo

    You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

    Twitter picture

    You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

    Facebook photo

    You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

    Connecting to %s