wrong bed
It felt like a dream,
the way it didn't feel at all,
the way time doesn't move,
the way I continue to fall.
It feels like a dream,
the way it looked so real,
except for the mixed faces,
and oh yea, I didn't feel.
I swear it was a dream
because I awoke from a slumber,
a strong sweat and a scream
tangled in the cover I was under.
Tell me it was only a dream,
otherwise I don't feel like I should.
It was only a dream,
or a nightmare that was good.
This poem was written by starla gillespie on Jul 22, 2006.
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