Of My Dreams

Waking up to your sweet soft

Breathing, a melody to 

Keep time with my heartbeat


Morning sunbeams treaming through 

Illuminating your pale

Loveing lipes, the pink of


Clouds on a summer sunrise

I place a soft kiss on your 

Freckled vanilla skin

This poem is about: 



This is a poem about my friend, who will remain unnamed, but we can call her Dove. She's not interested in me, and to be honest, I'm not really interested in her more than platonic friendship. But she is beautiful and there was a time when I thought I might have been attracted to her. So this poem is from that time. The above photograph is originally mine. Dove, if you are reading: please don't be alarmed. I don't want our friendship to feel pressured by anything. I am in a stable relationship, but I needed to get these thoughts out of my head. 

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