My Dreams

I wrote this poem about someone in a dark place taken back into brilliant and love-filled memories by a love letter written to them. I loved writing it because I love exploring the daydreamer side of things.

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Dreary as damp shoes without soles,

Light gone from steps

Of the tattered room filled

With holes like black maps

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I look up

Into the mirror image;

A pond of stars reminds me

Of a pearlized flush,

And your laugh as smooth

As crumpling paper,

My way of escape:

Your voice in my mind.

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Your face

The golden sun flooding

Onto a slanted shadow.

Your hair

Gleaming wide and awry for a halo

Pull me into your cloud of dust

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The words beat past my swollen lungs

And into the cage of my bones,

Like frantic birds lost

In the ice of your wings

If I were to describe myself in three words, I'd say, "tennis, writing, reading." I obsess over almost anything I watch or read, and I do both plenty. My favorite books are Harry Potter, anything by Rick Riordan, Red Queen, The Goose Girl, Snow Like Ashes, and Wings. My other favorites are dark chocolate, creme brulee, and movie night sleepovers. I'm stubborn, but easygoing. I'm a leader, but a follower. I also kind of maybe love opposites:)

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