16 Years of Confessions

I Dream

  This brain, my dreams,

 the heart that needs love.

The fire, the will,

 of not giving up. 

For the heart that has flame

 with desire to see,

To the archer with hate 

that grows within me.

As I look to an option,

 I look upon the world.

I wonder how and what

 to think of what is know.

I thought of only signs,

 to match the zodiac.

But then I look to view,

 and said that's really sad. 

I'll never let them see me,

 even at my worse.

I shall truly understand

 that life is just a curse.

I thought about the archer,

 I thought about a love.

I wrote about a Pisces,

 which was nothing like a dove. 

I try to think inside

 I try to write a lot.

 I thought of all, 

The people or the friends that never fought.


I want to have a dream,

 or to see this person I know. 

But then I wonder inside,

 If this song would even go.

My life has been in stress,

 the sadness overwhelms. 

An archer as a hunter,

 stack lonely in the ground. 

You'll never understand me,

 even if you could. 

For all the things i write,

 only misunderstood.