My mind is a library
My dreams are the books
Full of facts and fiction
Dragons and instructions
Stories of my past
Ideas for my future
But I can't read them all
I don't know if I want to
Some of them are best sellers
Some just collect dust
But then
There's that one shelf
It holds masterpieces
But no one knows it
Most people bypass it
Others just read the backs
Except for me
I am the author
Those books are my present
Who I am now
I can't predict the future
I can't change the past
But I control the present
The present of mine
Those masterpieces
Contain my secret life
My goals
My progress
My habits
My hobbies
My emotions
My soul
Things people don't see
People don't assume
Once in a while
Someone opens them
They read a little bit
Then they close it
They look at me
They smile
They leave
Maybe they support me
Maybe they think I'm nuts
But I'm a dreamer
Determined
To take my dreams
As many as I can hold
A reality
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A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PoetryA piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day...
