Where do the dreams go?
I woke up with her in my heart
I dreamed about those eyes again
lue-haired girl, where will I go?
I feel lost
I am burning
I feel insecure
I am screaming
Where are you, blue-haired girl?
After you left I drowned
In this scary and deep sea
I gasped for breath
I slowly faded away
Lost in my thoughts
Where I could see you
Where I could be free
I heard a bird’s sweet sing
It reminded me of her
It reminded me of her smile
Blue-haired girl, where are you?
About the Creator
Margot P.
Margot, a young witch with a big passion for books & a writer in the making.
The Dangling Bead
My life is splashing before my eyes, as I precariously suspend and prepare for the end, the consumption of my Self and identity. I know that gravity will be the victor in this struggle. Like a pendant, slipping from the chain, the tension has caught me in this moment, bestowing one last gift of reflection. I cling desperately, questioning my purpose. Searching for comfort. And I remember…
By Leslie Staven4 days ago in Fiction
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