Micropoetry – 4/15/2012

Lonely hours late at night
to close my eyes is such a fight
hoping that I dream of you
and fearful that I just might too

Category: By the Poetic Fool, Micropoetry | 2 comments

  • Sannel says:

    Those hours are the worst. . .

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    poeticfool Reply:

    Yes, they can be. Hoping against hope to dream of your loved one and knowing that if you do, you’ll fall even more hopelessly in love. Then you must awake to find it was only a dream. Sigh! Thank for reading, Sannel. I always appreciate your visits and comments.

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