I wake up crying .
Then I eventually start sighing.
Crying because I'm back in real life.
Sighing because it hit me like a knife.
Why can't I live there ?
I mean nobody would really care.
It may be just some fantasy world.
But to me it's a better reality swirled.
I hate it here.
I love it there.
Then it all came to me.
Almost like a buzzing bee.
Here is worse to make there better.
That comforted me like a nice warm sweater.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryThis will be a compilation of poetry put together. Kind of like a poetry book. I will have my new poetry and maybe some of my friends but I don't take credit for others work so if a poem isn't mine you will know.
