The BiPolar Express

A Glimpse Through the Looking Glass

Sweet Dreams December 17, 2008

Filed under: Original Poetry — matildebonaparte @ 2:48 am

 Last night seems a sweet sweet dream,

One I cannot allow myself to become lost in.

One I wish to never find my way out of.


Thoughts changing to movement.

Movement changing to feeling.

Feeling changing back to thought.

Cycles repeating themselves over and over.


These things I cannot speak.

These thoughts I cannot think.

Let them never leave me alone in the dark.





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