It's fascinating to know we all have a story to tell
A hidden mystery deep down a well
We have different fantasies living in our head
That only comes alive when we're fast asleep on our bed
Different goals you set out everyday
The same obstacles hurdling your way
It maybe a boy with a knife pointing at your heart
Or a group of glossy lips and painted nails waiting for you to fall apart
But there's this light, so innocent and clean,
This will save you, and it's called you're dream.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
