I woke up and rolled over and found myself in your hair
Filled with a sigh and murmured at the view
Among that world, a window called our love
Our little love before us— and to ours.
Few were that beauty in her gentle heart
Although they had found in a sunny sleep
Within that death that was its only dream
Set a proud spirit in a kingly sleep
Born in a dream that hangs upon that crown
Sun comes up and the dream will drown
Fleece blanket, opiate laced milk
Cartoons on a Saturday morning
Dopamine rush
Splenda self-esteem
Put me on like a sweater
A hidden tattered shirt
In the back of the drawer
The only ghosts are the music and the memories
About the Creator
Raine Fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
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