umm... read this and see what you make of it...
the clock runs in reverse.
i looked in the mirror with a smile on my face.
i saw the clock run in reverse again.
i walked the halls with no fear,
and ran into his arms as if i knew
everything's going to be okay he said.
i said "i believe...
i'll make it through the brand new year.
i'll get through as long as i'm with you."
the rain fell freely from the sky,
like tears of joy and happiness.
i walk through the halls without fear,
and run to you, but i was out of reach.
an endless tunnel and a blackout.
i find myself home.
i looked into the mirror,
and all i see are black, empty eyes.
...and then i woke up.
what kind of fucked up dream is this??
4 comments:
omg i love what you did to the backroound
thank you thank you! :)
Wow. Even if this was really a dream, I love the way you described it. Your poetry is very fun to read.
Thanks for the reply. Sorry this blog is so short, I just replaced it with another one, in which I used to write poetry somewhat like yours on it. I didn't think I was a good writer at the time, so I deleted the blog.
It may not prove it dead on, but it's definitely a great support.
Talk to you later.
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