Rooftop

I sit alone on rooftops,
Laughing at my pitiful dreams,
Dreams where I'm not alone,
When I look up at the sky,
And see an endless march
Of brilliant lights,
Dreams where I lay on
Ruffled sheets
Whispering lullabies
Dreams where I hold her crying head in my arms,
Where I can see the infinite vista of heaven,
Reflected in her eyes.
Dreams...
And for now,
I sit on this rooftop alone,
Laughing at my pitiful dreams.





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spudbud This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 3, 2012 at 5:23 pm

I read this as a fiction article, and not a poem. But I have explained to you why this is so. There is nothing wrong with this, and it is very well written.

 

 
ReverentJoker replied...
Jul. 19, 2012 at 6:40 am
Haha, that is very odd. Most of my pieces are fiction, however this one is of the few that are true to real life. This is the post-breakup after a longtime relationship and that longing for her back.
 
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