C O L D
Why does this world seem so cold?
Where is all the color, once so bold?
It is gone.
Where is the sunshine?
Where are the green vines?
It is gone.
As i walk the streets,
I long for something sweet.
Something that will make my hart beat again.
But my heart is cold.
So very dark and cold.
My mother use to tell me stories
of far far away countries,
of castles tall,
where lords and ladies danced at the royal ball,
singing words,
dukes eating custards,
Ladies in rich gowns,
And a king with a golden crown.
these dreams fill my mind,
oh how they seem to entwine.
When I walk down the street,
dirty sneakers on my feet.
I think of how dull this world is.
What happened to these images?
Have they all burned into ashes?
Are stories all but lies ?
Thinking, I look up at the gray skies.
Crystal tears in my eyes.
Where is the music?
Where is the life?
It is gone.
This is my plight.
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Dreaming: A book of poetry
PoetryDreams of angels, Dreams of songs, Dreams that haunt you all night long. This is a finished book of poetry that I wrote in my first year on Wattpad. Is it good? I'm not sure, did I write it from my heart? Yes, yes I did. If you could leave a vote a...
