I write poetry in my sleep
and wake with emotions
like I've never had before.
When I contemplate them
in the shower, they slowly fade away
and I forget a piece of who I am.
I'm hoping one night I will
stumble upon the notebook that
contains the words of my dreams.
and wake with emotions
like I've never had before.
When I contemplate them
in the shower, they slowly fade away
and I forget a piece of who I am.
I'm hoping one night I will
stumble upon the notebook that
contains the words of my dreams.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



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