Nightmares
The sweet smell of perfume
The taste of sweet wine on her lips
The gentle touch of her hands
The soft sound of her whispers
The sight of true beauty
And the compatablity of our souls.
This is my paradise.
My paradise.
My home.
This is where I live at night.
Then I awake
Without my home.
Pushed back to reality
She's no longer here
Only the memories of her linger.
She lives only in my dreams
But when I wake
The dream quickly becomes my nightmare.
One moment with paradise
The next with fear.
How I wish to sleep forever
Just to be home
So that I may dream.
This poem is about:
Me