Do dreams die?
I think they evolve.
I wish mine would die.
Instead they grow.
I don't have room for them anymore.
I can't bear all the directions my souls is pulling me.
My childish aspirations have been had my teenage and adult wishes added to them.
I will collapse underneath the weight.
Will my dreams die?
Please make my dreams die.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
