Sometimes

Sometimes
I think I’m going insane
Sometimes
I long for something
That never happened
In this life, but before

And I look at my daring dream
Asking to come and look at me

I ask again and again falling asleep
And you come teasing me

A dream feels so real, so dear
Giving me a dark hope
To meet, to feel, to love
To laugh together, to draw you
It sounds foolish and insane
But if only you knew
How much I miss you

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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