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 dukovanReviews
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