Am I …?(43)

Friends are like winds

Whispers in the storm

Waiting when rain drops,

Wishing for you to be warm.


Am I your hope?

Am I your dream?

Am I a joke?

Am I a stream?

I am a joke, a hope,

I am a dream, a stream,

I can only escape

You, when I scream.


Are you really in to me?

Am I really in to you?


All I know is this:

I am your shape

In the mistake;

I’ll be your miss.


I am not a vampire,

I am your desire.

I am your dream

I am your scream…



To my “invisible” man…

About madRaluk

Seven downward slopes Seven bloodied hopes Seven are your burning fires Seven your desires....

Posted on 25 March 2012, in poezie. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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