The DreamerA Poem by Terrell A. Pullen
I walk in a world
It can only be explained to others But only seen by me I walk my world Walk it well when I am awake Walk it better when I am sleep In my world I am rich The most wealthy of men What makes it feel real? I'm willing to give again and again In my world I am the most athletic Stronger and taller than them all If it were true I'd help them rise and not fall In my world love is loving me back Unconditionally and trusting Just like that Loving my good and bad is not an opinion It is not an option It's a duty that is fact If this world was perfect I would have and be these things I am the dreamer My world is perfect But only in my dreams. © 2008 Terrell A. Pullen |
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1 Review Added on December 27, 2008 AuthorTerrell A. PullenSouth Holland, ILAboutDo'moning[da-mon-ing]The expression of love in it's truest essence! Rate my poem, Click here I am poetry in motion Artistry in the form of words Painting a picture with the Language of Love P.. more..Writing
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