i'm a dreamer
but sometimes i wish
i wouldn't float so high
risen with the celestial
i'm a hopeless romantic
but i wish i wouldn't view ardour
akin with the sunshine and the flowers
irresistible little beauties
that i long to bathe within,
brimming with bliss.
strings of past lovers
broken connections.
sparks flying and dancing
only to burn out
by the flowing rivers of time.
and i still wonder
if it was me
or them.
maybe my eyes are glazed over
with sweet alluring lies.
maybe i'm addicted
to the soaring highs.
maybe i clung on too tight,
so tight they couldn't breathe.
maybe i'm just not good enough.
maybe i'm just a cheap pleasure.
a rush,
a syrupy piece of candy,
nothing worth staying loyal for.
and yes,
i guess i want more.
but after all this time
i wonder if my dreams
are worth dreaming anymore.
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Perspective: a poetry collection
Poesíathis collection focuses more solely on exploring the perspectives and possibilities inside every human, and muses over emotions and situations people may face. perspective to me, is also a key part of life as everything can be changed if you simply...
