Bad dreams get lost in the humid air <br />My hands run through your pretentious hair <br />Some shades are seen and some walls are moving <br />This new display it'll soon be ruined <br /> <br />Cold wind pretends it's already morning <br /> My lips are dry of an endless roaring <br /> Some drinks got spilled and some smoke got out <br /> I could have stayed if it was allowed <br /> <br />Your wings are spread and your eyes are closed <br /> My feet mislead by your messy clothes <br /> Some words are said and some thoughts are hidden <br /> If I could run would I be forgiven?<br /><br />Natasha Romanova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-dreams-4/
