The ending of that dream,
And the starting of a poem,
I behaved soullessly confused,
About my heart's forever home,
When the orphan it,
Will find the purpose to grow,
To have its beauty adored,
But not the advantages for a show,
The home where love exists,
The place where smiles breathe,
For my fool heart to spoil in love,
And realizing of a romantic breeze,
Dear heart for you to know,
How the tables will turn,
For the sake of what you suffered,
Everyone's soul could never be burnt,
Dear home of my poetic heart,
Lonely room I want to reserve,
For my soul to stay awake there,
But not my heart to be there served,
My mind can suffer in the attic,
But not my heart,
You can trick me to always starve,
But I beg for my poetic heart,
I'll sing the lullabies and cry,
When my dreams will end,
The home I'll never find,
And the pain my heart even spent.
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Author:
I.G. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 5th, 2021 07:03
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
So much sadness yet there is such beauty in your words 🙂
Your words are beautiful ) a lovely read
Thank you yellowrose!
Your welcome )
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