A MELTED CHANCE

A fantasy. A dream
that I woke up from.
My fractured mind wanted you so badly.
Like an injured fox,
I craved you to look at me.
After me.
Through me.

I wanted you to feel me from inside
and
allow me to glow in your spotlight.

To belong to you
is something I’m so scared of.
I want to feel your firm hand,
tender kisses,
strict commands
and your sweet orders.

Yet…

I’m hiding in the cave
with a twisted ankle and an injured heart,
leaving me unable to walk to you
in this dream turned
fantasy.

– Chatty Owl –

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55 thoughts on “A MELTED CHANCE

  1. Mrs Fever says:

    Hello, Ms Owl. I’m not really sure where to put this, so I’ll just write it here… I sent you an email. I just wanted to let you know, in case it found its way into your spam file. 🙂

  2. Ste J says:

    I like your words, you have interesting words. I like this poem, fantasies are great retreats when the real thing is just to damned annoyingly not going right. Put that into proper coherent English and you will have yourself a half decent comment.

  3. pauldbwatkins says:

    Thanks for checking out the few poems on my page. I like this poem, and will have to read through more of your stuff. I will be posting some more poems in the coming months, including the one I posted today on the blog. Cheers!

    • Chatty Owl says:

      I enjoyed watching you read it and overall, it was very inspiring to see what other creative people out there are doing. I sure will be checking your page for new stuff!

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