In my dreams,
We'd laugh and talk until the morning.
In reality,
It'd seem like I'm nothing but boring.
If only you were like the one in my dreams,
The one that called me cute.
The one that played me the flute...
If only he could.
In my dreams,
He'd try everything to make me smile,
In real life I'm just filled with vile.
It's the reality that he'd never like me.
I know he said it before,
But it didn't seem real.
In my dreams,
He'd tell me his feelings everyday...
In reality,
We'd do anything but discuss that.
This is why I like dreams better...
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Far From Perfect
PoetryOne word you can't describe me as is perfect. Why? Nobody's perfect. I know my flaws and why they show, don't you? I know that I'm working harder everyday to correct and make my flaws disappear, and you should too! :) So if you read my poems I bet y...
