I keep reaching for the places
I've never been to
Searching for the names
To spell in darkest hours of the dawn
A dew will be my well of sorrow
And doomed reality
Will be forgotten
With the lonely hero
As my fate
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Confessions of a Melancholic Dreamer #Wattys2015
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, gathered through years of creative black-outs and self-preservation. 'Feel the rhythm of a thumping heart through the lines of a daydreamer.' Copyright ©GRETA GREE 2015 Currently ranking 214 in Poetry category (6/29...
