Dreamer, please dream for me,
something my eyes can see.
Beauty and darkness too,
just between me and you...
Dreamer, sing me a song,
play for me all night long.
It's all a happy time,
one more song I'll be fine...
Dreamer, I come to you,
asking a favor too.
Write me a symphony,
write it for only me.
Dreamer, I've never known
where to call house or home.
Make me a dreamer too,
I can be just like you.
Dreamer, I'm finally
here for the world to see.
One more go and we're done,
dreamer, you're so much fun...
About the Creator
Luke Haymons
“Everyday courage has few witnesses. But yours is no less noble because no drum beats for you and no crowds shout your name.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson
Keep reading
More stories from Luke Haymons and writers in Poets and other communities.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.