Thursday, November 8, 2018

Things That Never Were (poem)

Things That Never Were

I dream of princes,

strong and handsome,
of busy songbirds
soaring in the
heavens above, and of 
extraterrestrial visitors 
feeding me their 
sacred blood,

yet I have 

never dreamed
of something 
as sweet 
as what I
wish you were.

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