Childish Dreams

It's all about creation

9 months she's been waiting
This whole time she's been creating
A dream on the verge of reality
Fearing the infant mortality

Her dreams, just like a child
Are innocent and wild
Because with love as the fuel  
They'll shine like the brightest jewel

She cant remember when it started
A moment of weakness that left her fainthearted
That allowed passion to flow through her body
Red and open like an Icelandic poppy

She knows dreams, like children are fragile
Without caution shes bound to  gamble
It all away, fearing her life will remain
Empty, boring and sane

So, she'll nurse her dreams
Seeing the beauty in rivers and streams
For they show her the truth
The essence of her soul and her youth

Reviews

[Vile]

You know, the flow of this is just marvelous, often I dont see too many writers on here who actually establish a well thought out pace.

[klawrites]

That means a lot, thank you!