-At 8.p.m
I lose myself to an alternate universe,
One where I'm floating on a white puffy clouds,
Humming hymns like the sweet singing mocking birds,
Six fingers on one hand; seven on the next,
Then I'm eating chocolate and tweeting like the tweedy birds,
Though you would never hear an actual word,
But who cares, I'm a dreamy floating, chocolate eating, tweedy bird.
- At 8.a.m
I wake and once more reality seems like a drag,
The only place I'm floating is on my bed; my head on my school bag,
The only humming is my grandma's snoring,
Five fingers one hand; five on the next,
I'm not eating anything; more hungry I guess,
But who cares, for tonight I'll be an under water astronaut.
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A/n
Hey guys!!! It's here my new poem Dream, short and spicy lol and even dreamy ( trying to make a joke here). Haha! guys I hope you liked this, please give me your feedback and comments.
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Rodainr
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