Dreams
Do they ever come true?
I wish upon a shooting star as its flames singe the sky,
A tear falls from my face in hope that I may wake up from this nightmare.
Then the sky turns pink from the suns awakening,
I wipe my tears away to hide every secret, every wound, every scar that remains.
Anyone to lay their eyes upon me is blind to the pain and can only see my cheeks of red,
When inside, truly, I am pale and flushed with sorrowful death.
If they really do come true, the gods must hate my soul,
Foe these wishful stars pass me by leaving me wounded and drowning in my tears.
It's a new poem. It's about my life, how I wish and Wish for hell to stop but instead it creates a new wound every single day. Hope you like it, leave comments and thoughts please. Thanks guys.
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