Can you still see your dreams in the distant, starry sky?
Are they more vivid than they were when you were little?
When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart
to rest, they burn the color of passion.
I used to believe without a doubt that I could reach my dreams,
no matter how far off they were.
But that me from long ago now sleeps inside my heart.
Dreams are more fragile and fleeting than a glass rose,
so then why are we destined to dream?
- by Avas-Glutton |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/29/2009 |
Comments (1 Comments)
- xXmusic_luv3rXx - 04/29/2009
- Awww.... That poem was very good.
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