Farthest Star... (written long ago)

Oct 23, 2005 12:57

my broken dream
of limosine
and microphone
and happy home
it's funny how fast
a dream can't last
you drop your bliss
at the chance you miss
and what is a dream
if it's not what it seems?
thoughts run wild
like a little child
you fall asleep
and dream the deep
you feel the fear
of wanting it near
it plants in your brain
and you're nt the same
cuz "it's just as far
as the fartherst star..."
reality goes
and everyone knows
that you're in too deep
but you can't even sleep
my broken dream?
of limosine?
and microphone?
and happy home?
it finally set in
that i could not have been
the girl of my dreams
no matter how real it seems.

>>This is one of my favorite poems of mine.
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