Little DreamsA Poem by The Flawed
There’s a broken bottle on a sandy beach,
It floated across the oceans, across the seas,
It brought a message to his lover,
But when it got to her, she was with another.
We all have our little dreams,
His were shattered like the glass,
Some things, they’re not meant to last.
There was a breakaway kite, in a perfect sky,
Reaching for the sun, trying to get high,
But they stole the wind from beneath her wings
Now she’s falling fast, with no grace or ease.
We all have our little dreams,
Hers was flying solo, with a gentle breeze,
But some things, they’re not meant to be.
You’re the only tree, on a lonely hill,
You’re standing tall, but you’re standing still
Friends come and go like midnight thieves,
They leave your arms like your falling leaves.
We all have our little dreams,
Yours was to live in the woods, right by the streams,
But some things, they will never be.
He hid his head, deep in the sand,
So he wouldn’t hear the band,
Playing the marching on song
And now he can’t breathe no more,
Cause he stayed there for too long, way, way, too long.
We all have our little dreams,
But his were too little it seems
And that’s all that they’ll ever be, just dreams.
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Added on July 22, 2009Last Updated on February 20, 2010 AuthorThe FlawedNearbyAboutI am a man who loves writing poetry, and find it the easiest way of expressing how I feel, particularly when I dont like to talk about these feelings. I cannot .. more..Writing
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