dylanashby

Dreaming

As the breeze

comes over me

my eyes are awoken 

but my heart is broken 

trying to open

coping with ideas

that life is real

it seems so sureal

will i ever heal

the pain

my name in vain

this is the final strain

as i gasp in pain

eyes awoken

feeling unbroken

this terrible life

provoked by strife

eyes gleaming

maybe i was dreaming 

 



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