Sometimes we give up on dreaming because we've spent to much time wishing.
And hoping.
So eventually dreams will fade unless they pass the bedroom door.
And the world you've created will be ignored
Because it was never discovered.
Only covered under an antique cloth.
And eventually you'll wither away
So it never sees the light of day.
Just keeps on dream
In the corpses room.
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Broken Puzzle
PoetryWe're all a little broken and truth is, none of us fit in. But we try and conform, whether you want to believe it or not, we all do. However, day by day we slowly lose ourselves and thats when you feel stuck.
