I was inspired to write something of my own poetry. A new one from Wicked sick..
I dreamed of you last night,
We are walking towards a beautiful garden that has a lot of sundry flowers..
They bloomed and emblaze in colors..
Then we moved towards a green grassy lawn and we sat there..
Our feet crossed and we are staring at each other..
You held my hand, just like before.
You smiled at me and touched my face..
I looked away and marvel how the sun rays covered the entire garden..
And uttered 'its a good day indeed.'
You are still staring at me, smiling..
I cannot fathomed why I don't hear any words from you..
You just smiled and looks like your studying my face, every inch of it..
You held my hand very tight..
You pressed it hard enough to make me feel the pain..
Then you suddenly let it go..
You stand and ran away from me..
I woke up.
I dreamed of you last night,
We are walking towards a beautiful garden that has a lot of sundry flowers..
They bloomed and emblaze in colors..
Then we moved towards a green grassy lawn and we sat there..
Our feet crossed and we are staring at each other..
You held my hand, just like before.
You smiled at me and touched my face..
I looked away and marvel how the sun rays covered the entire garden..
And uttered 'its a good day indeed.'
You are still staring at me, smiling..
I cannot fathomed why I don't hear any words from you..
You just smiled and looks like your studying my face, every inch of it..
You held my hand very tight..
You pressed it hard enough to make me feel the pain..
Then you suddenly let it go..
You stand and ran away from me..
I woke up.
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