Doesn't everything seem like a dream?
Nothing seems real, especially in the abnormal life.
Our existence, our souls, our indefinite love.
We pass it down, just as the king passes his crown.
The dreams we make, some would say dreams are fake.
They can be a reality if you try, for it's the love of my life that's mine.
My love is somewhere far away, deep in the sea.
My memories have regret's I cannot cure,
Old memories that rise pure, I'm afraid to give my heart,
I'm afraid to love. I have to try, so I'll succeed with my purified scheme,
Because love is made of dreams.
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
PoetryLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.
