May come true
Dreamt dreams
Yet. Come true
Bad things all,
Nightmares too.
In dreams never
I wished he'd leave,
Trust.
Faith.
Heart.
Vows.
All broken
All down
You.
Shouldn't you leave early?
Shouldn't you stay away?
If a game it was
Why should I pay?
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PoetryOliver walks by life with moments to share with you and experiences he learns stumbling across his lifetime while he pushes through to end of time. A very complicated pattern planned in poetry as a diary of Oliver Robertson wherein he writes of all...
