Beneath the imaginary skies
I cuddled up
Inside the blanket of dreams
I laid
Upon the unsaid thoughts
The cloud nine seemed so close
Yet it's so far to reach
The warmth of hearth
Froze the hell out of me
The tenderness of swan's fur
Broke me instead
The sea of abhor drives me crazy
The drizzle of new hopes paralyzed me
Wobbling on this narrow road,
Made me stumble on a puny pebble made of high hopes and dreams
I should've prepared myself for this fall
I was on the edge, trying to survive
But I fell over the concrete of nothing
March 18, 2015
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