Could the wind hold me up in the twisted summer sun?
Hear me shout in joy with pleasure and sway?
Earn a golden star from my teacher in gratitude?
Real life is hard and fantasy is not
You make me dance to a beat only we know and I love it
Love is a word and a feeling which I possess towards you.
-2/9/16
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Dreams: a collection of poems
PoetryA collection of poems revealing my inner most thoughts and emotions. »ONGOING«
