There is a dream I have
Of a version of me with no worries
For how rich the world has become.
I am leaning on the windowsill
My eyes reflecting the warmth of the sun
As it takes over every part of the room.
A grand piano sits behind me,
A pianist playing some melancholy tune.
The world is born from sadness,
And my world feels as if it had drown
From the idea that this piano would save me.
I paid that pianist to antagonize
These deeper feelings in me.
And I am thankful to realize
Just how sad I really am inside.
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The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
