Parallel Universe
I like to dream, sweet child.
I like to believe
there's a parallel universe.
Somewhere, where we are together.
Where we are living
and laughing
and loving.
A place where the two of us
can bathe in goodness.
Where there are no bad memories
no hurt
no loss.
Only laughter
and love
and life.
Where the two of us are bonded
by the blood we share.
Where I see my features in you,
And the way you hold yourself
is like looking in the mirror.
A parallel universe
taking me away from the hurt
of this existence.
A parallel universe
I can believe in, sweet child.
by Grace Zinnia