When I was seven years old
I used to dream I'd rule the world
In these innocent days dreams were fun to chase
I never knew that it was such a fake grace
I was young and unaware that dreams were made to be wasted
I had no lies I shall live, not a sight of people's hatred
But here truth strikes me from behind
And here I am no longer blind
I lived to know the real cruel world
Where dreams are made to be burned
Only at seven dreams were truly earned
At seven I hoped a day would never ends
I used to make dreams with friends
Now I can't wait till night attend
I'm really not happy, I just pretend
I grew, I'm not seven anymore
I grew, now my life is a hopeless war
I've learned, I knew the truth
I've learned, hope isn't real, it's just a part of youth
Hope is a lie that people made
People that are always afraid
Only at seven things were real
Only at seven, hope was made of steel
I wish I could be seven years old again. .
Don't mind the typos of there's any.
All the love S. Xxx.
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Pieces of my mind ❤
PoetryI ain't no writer, I ain't no poet, I'm just a normal girl writing whatever comes to my mind have fun reading❤ all the love xx.
