Rayatje




Hmm. It took me a while to write this poem, actually. But I like how it ended up. ^__^ It's about a girl who's searching for her Prince Charming. Her desire to find the right guy comes above in her dreams. This poem is one of her dreams. But I wrote it in the "I-form". : D Oh, and I rhymed. I usually rhyme, so why would this poem would be different? And by the way, Cotos: thanks for beta-reading. :D


Mirrordream 

Masquerades and laughing faces 
Black and white in the most beautiful places 
The desires of my heart find me in my sleep 
Dangerous secrets there I keep 

Dancing people, twinkling lights 
Low deeps and unbelievable heights 
I'm in a silver dress starring at the ground 
Striking red lipstick on my mouth 

Every girl was meant to be blessed with a boy 
Some prince who doesn't treat your heart like a toy 
On this ball, in this room, in this dream 
People leaving this place, should I follow the stream? 

No, I keep standing on my feet 
Waiting for my prince charming to meet 
I look around, the room is hollow 
Sitting on the ground, I swallow 

I hear a noise and look above 
Feeling a great feeling of warm love 
My eyes looking at a mirror and two looking back 
And then everything just gets black 

When I wake, I realize it
It was you I saw in the mirror 
You are my mirror dream. 


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