BEDTIME STORIES

You are so metaphoric,
some winged thoughts on a windless night;
I weep over shards of
broken understanding.
Yet, I come for more tales
just whenever the sun sets,
and I keep forgetting that
nightmares are dreams, too.

© Gheeneil

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