If its all a dream, its alright.

If its all a dream, its alright.

A Poem by dukovan

It's a simile I've seen.
When things aren't as they seem,
is when they're most clear to me.

I read tomorrows paper,
but the forecast was wrong,
The words blurred into grey,
but the rain didn't come.

We were some letters
that were ripped to shreds,
and for all of those words,
they just couldn't make sense.

Now we're a puzzle,
just to know what it all meant.
I'm fine if you're fine.
You said, "Time for bed."

White sand from a sun that wont set.
Where we'd never sleep,
its funny in that,
we're still in our bed,
in our heads.

Don't you leave,
I'm already spent.
My soles wore my soul,
and the sand is stained red.

Its like chasing my shadow
that I'll never catch.
So now I'm waiting for nightfall,
where these thoughts can all blend.



© 2012 dukovan


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Wow. Very well written and emotional, great job! I love this one!

Posted 12 Years Ago


pretty deep ....good work

Posted 12 Years Ago


I had to read it several times to finally grasp something to hold on to.. in the end it was seeing each verse as a stand alone piece and then putting it all together into one piece.. I believe it is a song lyrics is it not..? It should work well with good music..

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Posted 12 Years Ago


First word needs an apostrophe. Tomorrow's needs an apostrophe.

Last Its too.

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Posted 12 Years Ago


Laura Maidah

12 Years Ago

I tried to do a heart symbol, but it won't let me.
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dukovan

12 Years Ago

Weird, me neither.

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A Poem by dukovan