The bride

The bride to be,
waits in her room.
silence sleeping on her bed,
listening to the festivities downstairs,
Someone stole her in a dream last night.

The dream and the bride,
Watching each other narrowly,
Like the banks of river,
flow together,
never meet.

The drop is afraid to fall in the ocean,
don't want to loose identity,
It becomes the ocean,
after the fall.

I hate him for making me cry,
all those arguements,lies,
don't love him anymore
after the fight
Someone stole her in a dream last night