In the dream
It's my world
You are there
But in reality
No chance to see you
That's what I always fear
I remember my past with you
And it's full of joy and treasure
A smile comes upon me
Which is always a pleasure
Sometimes I regret about it
But it's alright
As that's already gone
And past can't be made bright
Now it's present
For the better tomorrow
I can bring some changes
I'll smile and remember the past
That's one part of life's phases
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Spilling Thoughts
PoetryWhen your thoughts cannot be expressed, spill it on pages... Sometimes scribbling, doodling and scratching on paper is all you need to do to bring out those unexpressed feelings.
