DreamsA Poem by Lyric
If I could hold the sun in my palm,
And demand it to be cool, Have the wisdom, to make the wisest man, Look like a bubbly fool, I suppose I'd be god, And, Obviously that's not true, It's just that dreaming and hoping is something I can't help but do, I have always been a dreamer, Seen through abstract eyes, As long as my body follows laws of gravity, My mind will live in the skies, I'm afraid of what will happen when my imagination dies, But of course, "I'm a big girl now" I can't spend all my days wondering why only the bird flies, Or why anyone over age five is a fool if to she tries to, Not my fault that I see shapes in the clouds, Or that my dreams compared to reality are overly loud, Or that inside me all anyone has ever found, Are lose pieces of poetry and story floating around, My dreams are my fiction, Not my fantasy, They haven't and may not ever happen, But I'm gonna wait and see © 2015 LyricFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorLyricNewark, NJAboutHi, I love to write and I'd just really like some feed back on all of my stuff, and I love to read other poets'/writers' work more..Writing
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