sleeping with dreams
in the sweetest arms of a dream of you i sleep
as the blanket makes my face believe that it's your hands on my cheecks
on the pillow of silly faith i rest my eyes
closed with a smile designed by your innocent kiss
sent by the sweetest desire of my imagination
as summer knocks on the window
and fragile pale memories break in
cursing a restless heart
moving a dead soul to life
waiting for his next murder look
to laugh on my face
and rage stirs my blood
but just for the smallest piece of a second
before i realize
that love
scares
us
all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem