forgotten dreams, by *+*+barbed+*+*wire*+*+*
Dreams hold all the beauty,
all the lives unlived,
and the release of all duty.
Dreams hold all the fun,
all the nights,
but with the sun,
Dreams hold all of me,
except for the forgotten. . .
which is all but three.
|Posted: 2010-01-31 19:19:57 UTC|
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|this is a poem that i wrote when i was frustrated one morning. cuz i didn't want to wake up cuz i was haveing a super good dream, and when i couldn't go back to sleep, i tried to remember and culdn't.