Thursday, June 6, 2013

Broken glass



I dreamt of broken glass
A paper thin cut
And a bleeding heart
It pains to endure
An imaginary wound
I stay sound asleep
But the torment is real

I sense a kiss 
On my cheek
Am I dreaming 
Or is this really happening
I cannot tell 
The difference
Whether
My eyes are kept shut
Or I am here to wake up

I squeeze my soul
Then, I am sure
I am dreaming 
Reality
And I am realizing 
This exquisite dream

Everything is quiet
My heart is playing
Music

 For once
I am synchronized
A rarity I highly prize
Your soft kiss
On my cheek
Suddenly a potential
Of gluing back 
This broken piece. 




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