- Books, Literature, and Writing
Awakened from a dream,
The bright florescent beams,
shining brightly in my eye's,
the bubbles, troubles, frightened,
Watching the moon above my head,
I ask myself am I dead?
I was home in bed kissing,
My wife softly on her warm moist lips.
I am drifting from this spot,
Spread out like a hide to dry,
looking down upon my self,
Am I still alive?
Hearing voices in a dreary distance,
Are they voices of the living?
Are they voices of the dead?
Oh!!!! how I hope that I just tripped,
Simply tripped and bumped my head!!!!!
So many colors!!!!
The beautiful colors,
I feel at peace,
But something's missing,
I can't leave,
We need each other,
I'm suppose to grow old,
We're suppose to grow old together,
I told her leave, me, never!!!!!!
Please, oh!!!! please I can't leave,
"CONGRATULATIONS!!!!, IT'S A BOY."................................