Poem: Buried Dreams

[carinascott]

Warning: This poem makes subtle reference to Season Five of CSI: Vegas. If you haven’t seen it and wish to remain unspoiled, please don’t read. Thank you.

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I was at work today and this just came to me. I don’t write poems very often, and I tried to resist writing this one, but the bunny persisted. I hope you guys enjoy, and any and all feedback is greatly appreciated.

Author’s Note: This is from Warrick’s POV, his feelings about Nick’s kidnapping.

BURIED DREAMS

by Carina Scott

Maybe it was bad luck
Maybe it was fate,
Maybe I would find you
Maybe I’d be too late.

Maybe you’d forgive me
Maybe you shouldn’t,
Maybe you’d be alive
Maybe you wouldn’t.

Maybe you love me
Maybe you don’t,
Maybe you’ll let me hold you
Maybe you won’t

Maybe what we had is gone
Maybe it already died,
Maybe I shouldn’t have walked away
Maybe it killed you inside.

Maybe I don’t need you
Maybe it wasn’t fate,
Maybe I do love you
Maybe it’s me that I hate.

THE END