I had a dream it was a good sweet dream
But then I was tossing and turning
Then my dream became a nightmare
Tossing and turning
Trying to make the nightmare end
I woke up so many times
But every time I close my eyes
The nightmare comes back
I just wanted it to end
When I finally got up
I felt something wet on my face
So I touch it and it was tears
So I just clean my face and try to smile
Saying I will be okay
But inside I just knew it was a lie
They've promised that dreams can come true
But forgot to mention that nightmares
Are dreams too
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
