Paint on my arms,
Dirt on my feet,
Song in my head,
Calmed by the beat,
And down the line,
In my dreams,
You're teaching me,
What I can be,
I see you there,
sitting alone,
You're playing guitar,
Humming along,
While strumming a song,
Strumming the song that is in my head.
I don't know what to say about this poem because I don't know why I wrote it. My feelings towards this one are very torn because I love the poem but I hate what it really means to me.
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Love's a lie
RomanceThese are all poems about real things of dreams that I have had and most are strange but oh well!