The dream is alive
With its touch so soft
So soft I do not want to let go
I hold on ever so lightly
Because I do not want to crush it
All hopes and dreams lie here in my marshmallow bed
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
But the dream is dead
I wake up to reality
In my burnt marshmallow bed
I'm still here
I'm still here
To be thankful for my deathless death
I prowl the streets seeking the dream
In my waking reality
I crawl on hands and knees
Till I hear my dream sound
I'll wait for the heartbeat
A heartbeat worth hearing
My dream is alive
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Marshmallow Haven
PoetryAnother collection of poetry I don't mind The time it takes to find my piece of mind Someday it will find me