Valerie (valeriejoy) wrote,
Valerie
valeriejoy

he dreams of me

he dreams of me
he just doesn’t know
when he awakes with longing
it’s for me alone
he thinks of me
a vague aching inside
swelling for reasons
his heart cannot identify
he cries for me
cursing the fates
flipping destiny
while I can only wait

Untitled
my view at lunchtime

Mondays are so humdrum. I was already wishing for the weekend. Isn’t that terrible?

Originally published at Kiari's Corner. You can comment here or there.

Tags: poetry
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