Dancing in a Daydream
Death Scenes and Apocalypses
But I’ve never known how to write
When it comes to you because
I am always too preoccupied smiling
And laughing and meeting you
In my imagination
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My other loves were
Shades of red
The colour of blood
And shades of blue
The colour of melancholy
But ours is swirls of
Golds and silvers
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And before I was used to
Death scenes and apocalypse s
But now I am dancing in a daydream
And you are looking at me
The same way you did
So long ago
Like I am rain
In a drought
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Tell me
How do I write about
What you make me feel?
How do I write about happiness?
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“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Sublime. "And you are looking at me The same way you did So long ago Like I am rain In a drought" This is the most beautiful metaphor. Gorgeous gorgeous, and positive, too! It feels surreal, coming from you! :D
Thank you for sharing this.