Dreaming

The moon shines bright in a sky full of lost stars

Cold evenings are dark driving in cars

My dreams are sweet sometimes, but

in my nightmares, I'm alone

I sleep until the monsters go home

When I wake I see beauty outside my window

I try mixing night with the sun to see if it could blend

It can't so this is the end.

This poem is about: 
Me

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