The Creep

The Creep He, speekled dreams as if the blackness of Closed eyelids were from spaceless places. You can name everytime he would wake or listen. Walking so closely to something in dreams Hairs on my head would turn... And then walking as I though I was wide awake, was the growl and noise of someone that looked like him. Glarring with eyes, not within a soul... Thoughts we to be wished away It was the heart, the very center of the time That made his meaning full and rich and wine. It was the aweful reaching hand that made me think of him One the first day I went to school and learned was love is. I remember shunning the thing and makin it null and void but when I remembered how I cried...I think I knew what love was.