Maybe one day we'll see
That the water
Is deeper
Than the dreams.
We see over the sea of sheets,
Where we swim in our own tears and burn in the heat of our own lies.
With the
Everlasting guilt
Behind us.
As if we've never had a dream, that's lived infront of our own eyes.
And under our soft pillows.
As if we've had tears & pain
Bottled?
So we dream.
Nothing more.
Or less.
Or at all.
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Dreams, But Mostly Reality (A collection of poetry)
PoetryThis is just a collection of original poems I thought I'd share. They may not be the happiest poems you've ever read, but I'm not the happiest person alive. Enjoy. ~BryanaNicole