He's beautiful, I know his home
my mind has rested in many a poem
my dream man virtually sings
and shares of angel wings
but
there's an angry side
he doesn't hide
he actively dabbles in doom
with thoughts that loom
and pictures of gloom
for tempers that fume
and flare
I really do declare my care
to desperately turn away from there
my eyes shant see scary
I will go to sleep head buried
I choose to sleep and have some dreams
not wanting any nightmare memes
then fears will come in nightmare
with scary man or horrid tale to tell
something someway to bring me scare
Then, in chills, I will pray
God! Take these scary visions away!
I do not like to play with fear
I do not want to follow it
let me make this crystal clear
I love to live in only your sonnet
Genice Lorraine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem