WHEN NIGHTMARE BECOMES SWEET DREAM

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Dreadful thoughts plagued my mind
With every breath it winds up
I’m accompanied by pain
On this path of loneliness
With regrets as my walking stick
I walked with the fool’s pride
And greeted with the salutes of disgrace.

Soaked with croaked melodies
For that is all my sorry self can afford
My tomorrow I fear
Another verse I wish not hear
Oh why do I recount?
Maybe to grant me redemption…
Am i even worth it?

I’ve searched for it
I’ve thirsted for it
I yearned to taste it
Do you realise it too?
Sorry I dragged you into this
I bet I’m just not cut out for it
Not meant for one sweet dream

She thought otherwise
Felt my gibberish speech meant wise
I feel like in the middle of a heist
Looting my bank of disgrace
To fill with lover’s embrace
So genuine like from a new race
Looks like I will have a sweet dream after all.

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Adwoa Quayson

Nice piece

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