She rode the stallion bareback, <br />pressed against his spine. <br />They galloped free together, <br />it simply blew her mind. <br /> <br />He was the stallion of her dreams <br />so sleek, and strong and tall. <br />Of all the things she ever loved <br />she loved him best of all. <br /> <br />She died of a massive overdose, <br />it was simply a matter of course. <br />And on the floor beside her was <br />a drawing of a horse. <br /> <br />A fragment from her childhood <br />when innocence was sweet. <br />The thing she loved the most of all, <br />lay crumpled at her feet.<br /><br />jerry hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dream-47/
