Poem -

Dream me a reality...

Dream me a reality...

There were times I couldn't breathe,
For I've hidden my own pain,
I harvested from my own self greed.Β 

I wish we were still under that tree,
Feeling warmth from the flickering flame,
There were times I couldn't breathe.

Listening to the ripples from the glistening stream,
Your eyes shone bright, in the rainbow rain,Β 
I harvested from my own self greed.Β 

My heart, with your lips you'd steal,
On bended knee, you took my name,
There were times I couldn't breathe.

Quite real but still feels like a dream,Β 
Too soon, she said I was insane,
I harvested from my own self greed.

I awoke from nightmare screams,
Where I lay was my immortal grave,
There were times I couldn't breathe,Β 
I harvested from my own self greed...

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks for reading, this was a first for me, in this style πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ˜Š

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks ever so much Darkly πŸ˜ŠπŸ’“

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Wayne Stubbs

Congratulations on the October poetry competition πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ˜Š

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Keith Stubbs

Think I'll struggle with that style pal but love yours 😊

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Wayne Stubbs

Cheers pal, it took me a while to figure out but hopefully it was ok, there's a thing about certain numbers of syllables ha but this will do me for now haha πŸ€£πŸ‘πŸ˜Š

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