I'm going to close my eyes
And count to three
When I open them again
Will I be free?
Is there a place
Where it's all okay
Where we don't have to worry
And we don't lose our way?
Will there be a time
When we aren't empty
When we can love
Where we are something-
And somebody?
Is there a dream
That we can live
And again believe?
So when I close my eyes
And count to three
When I open them again
Can it just be a dream?
YOU ARE READING
Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
