You don't know me

You don't know me,

but you could,

in this world of infinite chances...

I have seen you,

and now you haunt my dreams

And when I wake up,

your name is sweeter on my lips

and lingers, until the dream has faded,

and another begins...

You don't know me,

and I would be a liar

If I pretended I am fine with it.

I know the things that would come to pass

and feel trapped inside our own possibility.

You don't know me,

but you could love me.

Reviews

[VioletSerendipity]

I’d love to hear this sung with an acoustic guitar... so relatable! Love your work.

[emipoemi]

Pure brilliance! I merely wonder if it would be better without "me in" in Stanza 2 Line 2; to simply say "you haunt my dreams". Fiddle around with that as you please, if just for kicks. The poem as a whole is amazing. I love the repetition, and the ending is killer - the work of a genuine poet! Well done!

[AlphonsoElrico]

love and the unpredictability of life , very much part of the same cycle indeed
netjes gedaan

[Adam Adams]

Ooh... that's very fascinating write. I like how you play with your own mazes of love. You know what, the love's itself a game of sin that begins with nights & ends at morn, but whatever happens by the end, its memories never let the life live the way it wants to be lived... for long. Very thought invoking write it is. Great job!

[spunk33]

i love the idea of the possibility being more infatuating than the person being admired

statistics are interesting and everything

thanks :)

[Antonio Valentino]

beautiful as ever.. loved the last line

so very true

:)

[Jamestown]

Very nice piece, I enjoyed reading, Thanks for sharing.