The day my dream died
Passion followed
And hope joined
Sometimes
Broken dreams hurt
more than
Broken hearts
I realized how dreams
that are poisoned
can't be taken back
Like shattering a glass
and expecting it
to look the same
Losing something
held dearly,
now lost forever.
If only our perspective of
dreams as a kid
never changed
We might've been
flying spaceships
winning that contest
painting that masterpiece
writing that novel
leading the planet
no matter if the world screams
it's impossible
To all my buried dreams
Please forgive me
For failing you
these dreams that died
has become my stepping stone
and i shall carry it
to my grave
where it shall be alive forever.
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Pretensions and Poetries
Poetryaren't you afraid? smiles are already pasted on your lips lies are stuck upon your tongue masks are swallowing your face aren't you afraid of pretending to yourself? A collection of poetries, pretension and the likes.
