Infinite roads and finite dreams
Broken buildings but high walls
I'm walking the boulevard and it seems
All faces are bitter and it falls
Or seems already fallen
Every wish and dream they had...
All hearts are walden
Crushing the desire of what
Might have been the dream
Of love, of passion, of life
Leaving their souls empty
Like the streets I'm walking
With my eyes shut but seeing
I pretend not to see,
Not to hope, not to dream
Having the fear of not having
Neither the dreams , nor the hope
Come true.
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Dreams of Love, Life and Other Emotions / Heart Therapy Poetry
PoetryHeart Therapy Poetry , Poetry that heals the soul Hope you Enjoy because it comes from my life and the emotions I live.