On the Sunday of my worries
I wake with your pretty little nightmares
My hand hovers to reclaim reality
But all it holds is your absence
So i sleep again with my worries
To meet you again somewhere
in my pretty little nightmares
It feels like seeing colours in black and white
The form of things right there but
my understanding of them fades away
Your gaze moves like a dance
between your eyes and mine
I follow it until
your eyelids shut and I’m lost in time
Smoke words every day. 
“In my pretty little nightmares” is such a perfect line. Wow!
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