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I fell in love with a dream,
and then I woke up.
It felt like a gut punch.
I wanted so badly for
the dream to be real,
but it wasn't.

The antonym for
dream is
reality.
And the reality
was
that she could
never love me
like I loved her.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjeCroHYQxU
During the harvest of hearts
Budding fruit of desire
What is rooted deep
Will reap to admire
I don't know where I got inspiration for this one from. I just liked the sound of the title. Alliteration ftw!
When writing a name in a heart
I don't wish for love to start
Page after page fill up with rhyme
That's more likely to make them mine
Silly
My quiet place is no longer quiet

My sanctuary built inside skull  has blood spilled on its white marble walls

This life I escape wormed it's way through and is slowly occupying my refuge

This lifestyle I lead finally overtakes my one area of stability

And now peaceful palace harbored in my head has become a living hell
They say find your happy place but even my happy place is sad now
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