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❝because dreamers don't die, they bleed to death.❞
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told your dreams; day-dreaming,
under some city lights, you're out of your mind,
smoking cigarettes until it actually happens;
you are holding your breath inside.
for all the daisies you plucked, all the hopes that you bled;
and all the dreams that got shattered,
stainless on the broken edge.
you sit inside your old farmhouse couch, wondering;
"when did you stop believing in magic?
when did you put all your hopes in a box in the attic?"
and you thought, yet again, "because all the dreamers
don't die, they bleed to death."
y o u b l e e d a w a y.
when the daisies start dying; wilted
from the once green climbing vines on the
wooden window in your
backyard on a jaded autumn evening, you
think to yourself
that it's a perfect moment to
just bleed away.
d y i n g o u t;
when spring loses colour in front of your eyes
and the words on your tongue feel more dulled
than a sigh of your literary teacher;
the voice in your head screaming, chanting;
over and over, over and over and over;
so quiet; so loud, that your ears are
bleeding, "this could be your chance, your turn."
seeping out, yes; persistently, relentlessly;
you fade away; dying out dreams
fade along your breath,
for all the daisies you plucked,
you could save none.
d r e a m s
these dying daisies scream your name,
yet you are far away; gone,
you are fading, why do you fade away?
dying out dreams sing your name,
are you going to bleed? are you?
were you?
yes, yes, yes, yes!
because; because dreamers don't die;
they bleed to death.
g o n e.
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3 ; and then it poured | ✎
Poetry― [poetry] ― ― ev·er-pres·ent \ˈe-vər-ˈpre-zᵊnt \ existing or occurring at all times; always there. ━━━ ❝and then it poured as she finally dares to let go of the pain that bounds her from her dreams.❞ ― a collection of dark poems. lowercase intend...
