Dream Walker
By Invisible Poet •
As i wake from my dreams
i forget what is real
it makes me want to scream
when i reach for the warmth that i feel
and she is no longer there
as she moments before, was
only seconds ago, i was holding her hair
drive me mad it sometimes does
the beautiful baby i hold
is not of this world
she resides where there is no cold
within my dreams she is curled
this must be reality
but then why do i wake
why cant my mind let me be
leave me here from my own sake
what is it that makes me feel this way
that makes others call me a stalker
maybe i dont wanna wake and face the day
if only i could remain, a dream walker