I thought that my dreams were so vivid,
that I became afraid
they were not true,
that they would fade away.
When they didn't,
I saw that I was holding reality
in the palms of my
small hands.
I tried to share this gift of mine,
but they never came to see what secret knowledge
I had found.
I would rather be alone and ridiculed,
than have all my dreams
wither in front of
my own eyes.
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Here's to...
PoetryHere's to the readers, To the dreamers, The child within To the heartbreakers And the risktakers To those that try something new Here's to the lonely The forgotten, The one who doesn't know what to do with themselves To the one searching for somethi...
