Long ago,
A voice spoke to me while I slept.
It was a dream or was it a nightmare?
It told me I was a degree above normal mortals,
And that I was going to soar up into the sky.
It was my destiny or was it my prophecy?
I was as hopeless as a butterfly pinned to a collector's mat,
My future already carved out in stony pamphlets.
It was fate or was it belief?
I believed I was blissfully happy,
But a weight saddened my heart.
It was melancholic euphoria or was it euphoric melancholy?
[Love, Beebs♥]
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The Tree Of Words.
Poetry........A book of poetry that you would enjoy immensely.......
