My Dream
O my goodness, my dream! I dreamed that you were here
Your photograph hung above the mantel
You in your favorite suit: black and white
Your boyish haircut: like little boy blue tights:
In the background stood your old guitar, montel
Yorkie, your best friend watched with curious eyes:
I long to be with you: I long to hold you
I long for us to be whole again:
Ocean can only separate us, for a short time
I am not yours and you are not mind,
My worn out heart this old thing, have been
control, misunderstood and influence:
It remember, those who love it, and those
Who pretended to understand it:
Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2018
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