If Only It Was A Dream

These words stolen from my journal are my thoughts, dreams, stories and fantasies. Some are meant for public consumption and while others for private seductions. Regardless of their content or purpose, all are my own. Beginning with echoes of unspoken thoughts and ending as rhythmic words.
In the first poem, are emotions some try to lock away and never have surface but, as we all know, there is no such thing as “never”. Though as hard as we try, those tainted feelings will eventually rise in...