poetry

only a dream

early this morning.
i awoke from a dream.
not the cute and cuddly.
nor the naughty kind.
yet it was only a nightmare…
for me.
because to anyone else.
it was just some girl.
but to me…
that girl.
means everything.
although it was only a dream.
but then again.
so was she.
once upon a time.
-Joshua Ryan Stewart

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