they get me every time.
can i not sleep peacefully without being surrounded by lovely scenes
of the boy with the brown hair and the nice smile?
why does my brain have to be so wonderfully reminded
that what was once gone has now slowly crept back into my thoughts,
playing with my feelings in that wonderful world of sleep
where all things are either a picturesque movie moment
or a terrifying and horrid endeavor.
dang those dreams for making me weak.
dang those dreams for making my resolve drop,
my common sense abandon, and my dramatic day return.
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