As I look at the distant moon;
In the middle of June;
I realize I have dreamt things;
That won't ever come true.
Those dreams include;
Getting far in life;
And waking up by your side.
Going to the Arcade;
Or to the cat cafe.
I keep getting hurt;
It all turns into a blur.
It all keeps getting shattered;
But I tell myself it doesn't matter.
I have a permanent flue;
Where I have no clue;
About the difference between fantasy;
And the distant reality.
They're all just fever dreams;
Where nothing is as it seems.
It's a fever dream that won't go away.
Why do you give me hope;
And then take it all away?
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Sunshine Be Mine | Poetry
PoetryUnsaid things are best spoken through poetry. Poems are the best whisperers of secrets. Feelings and emotions are sometimes better expressed through different forms of literature than through speech. So, these poems for a warm soul, are written in...
