I HAD A DREAM
no, not that sort of dream
it was just another night;
we were in bed and
you were at your side
(which is, as you say,
by mine)
I was gazing into your eyes
thinking of a story to tell
(around you it seems
I'm always searching for the
right words,
it's hell)
silence in my mind
turned on a switch
anger
but mostly, sincerity
(what came was a compliment
more sublime than I'd ever seen):
"you make me write bad poetry."
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