DREAMS
DREAMSCategory: Writing and Poetry
awake in bed, i remember and as seconds pass, i can feel
that dreams, fleeting away they go and my heart turns into a barren field again with frozen snow awake in bed, i lie feeling like a bird with broken wings wishing it’d rather die ’cause every move it makes, it stings then i remember another a dream, with me that always stayed a present from my heavenly father a new set of wings for me he had made |