Monday, November 5, 2012

DISTURBED

The night is quiet
All I hear is your regular breathing
I cuddle closer
As I lay in your arms
I get these dreams
I see him
I hear him
It is always the same
He wants to come back
He wants us back
He made a mistake
In the end he walks away
My heart gets broken again
You turn kiss my forehead
Caress my arm
I toss and turn
Wake up drenched in sweat
Later I get a text message
“Hey! I was just wondering how you both are doing?”
Are these
Vivid dreams
Visions
Dreams
Nightmares
Or
I am finding it hard to let you go L









© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

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