The Brown Eyed Dreamer

'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.' William Wordsworth

Longing of Escaping

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I want to read,
Slip from library corners into pools of words,
Feel adventure flood my veins,
As dog-eared, leafed through pages,
Gently beckon me in.

I want to run,
Stopping when paths end and breath falls short,
Exist only as a thudding heartbeat,
The breath of a ragged sigh,
And raindrops dancing off skin.

I want to sleep,
Fall through the arch of eyelids fluttering closed,
Watch as time ticks slow,
Dreams bursting in blooms of light,
Casting shadows on a cold, cluttered mind.

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Author: thebrowneyeddreamer

Teenage girl from the mysterious, rainy land of Northern Ireland, obsessed with music, France and movies. I like to write books and poetry when I can get my head out of the clouds.

2 thoughts on “Longing of Escaping

  1. This is a beautiful poem 🙂 and wow you’re Irish. It’s on my to-do-list to explore Ireland one day x

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