The Girl From My Dreams

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I'm just an ordinary girl without dreams.

I just want to draw or sulk all day.

Honestly, I wouldn't have written this poem

But I ought to do this no matter what.

So here's a poem about my dreams.

Honestly, I don't have any right now

Unless you count my nightmares each night

As well as my visions of the future.

I know you wouldn't believe me

But I'm telling the truth that I'm a seer.

My visions are usually accurate.

I can even tell you when there's going to be a surprize quiz!

What baffles me most of the time

Is that I always see a girl in my dreams.

She seems to be a bit older than me

But her twinkling eyes and warm smile are not easy to forget.

I always see her busy drawing things repeatedly

And I have to admit that she's good.

I've always thought that she's a perfectionist

Until she flipped the pages of her sketchpad.

I stared in awe as I saw her work.

Her drawings magically moved and danced around.

It was so beautiful that it made me cry yet felt so happy.

Alas, her work made me remember something I've forgotten.

Months ago before I was frustrated with myself

For not being as good as I've thought,

I had this dream to be an animator someday

And make films that'll touch and inspire other people.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock.

As I go by my daily morning routine,

I found myself staring at the mirror

Where the girl in my dreams stares back right at me.