Sunday, March 15, 2009

dreamclouds

the clouds outside my window are so much more plentiful than you would have liked.
they're everywhere, blotting the sun,
covering the blue in the sky--
they probably wouldn't make for very good pictures.
but, they're still clouds
and still they remind me of the secrets in my dreams;
of lying, exhausted,
clothed in black shirt and gray sweatpants,
protected by the blanket of your embrace--
for a few hours out of my life,
escaping to the heaven of you,
the place where forehead kisses
and dreamclouds abound.

3 comments:

Manda The Magnificent said...

all of your poems are truely beautiful! wow!

Miss Malorie said...

Thanks Manda!! I really appreciate it! And thanks for following :) That means a lot to me and my lil ol' thoughts ;)

Manda The Magnificent said...

haha it's no problem
you have courage to talk about things and post them. i appreciate it so much. theyve helped me =]

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