Unrealistic Dreams
With false hope I let you guide me
In my unrealistic dreams your right beside me
These feeble walls are crumbling
And I'm reduced to absolute nothing
I'm left with bad scars
And this broken guitar
I write this music
To relieve the bruises
In my unrealistic dreams
my wrist are clean
In my unrealistic dreams
There are no beauty queens
We're all just machines
And screwed up teens
Who make empty promises
And we're left as hostages
In my unrealistic dreams
Boys aren't afraid to cry
In my unrealistic dreams
There are no expectations
The foundations that make a nation
Are lost in the heart and soul of the people
And we're left with absolute frustration
While we're left with the satisfaction of being almost equal.
These are my unrealistic dreams
What are yours?
Do u think about them daily?
Or do you simply let them pass you by?
-Tyler Rose
YOU ARE READING
A Poets Cry For Help
PoetryWe're all from different social classes All from different ethnicities Being apart of the great masses Bringing our own simplicity -Tyler Rose
