Dream

I want to wake up in your arms,
Tell me this is a dream,
Tell me none of it was true,
Tell me you still love me.

Counting sheep,
To fall asleep,
As the emptiness lays next to me,
Hoping,
Praying,
Wishing,
For you to come back to me.

But that's just a daydream,
And this isn't a nightmare,
Though I feel like I'm falling down a dark, damp hole,
In this wretched dream.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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