Oh, all the world would be just so swell
If there was one who had dreams to sell
When I'm broken hearted, I would buy
An amazing dream where I could fly!
If I had been bullied, I would seek
A dream where I'm strong and helped the weak!
When I was screaming in pain, I vowed,
A dream where I sang clear and loud
When I could not walk for many days:
A dream where I danced in perfect grace
When I could hardly breathe, I would gear,
To speak poems into my lover's ear
When I was lying still on that bed,
I'd dream to stand firm and walk ahead!
When I was feeling the pain in me,
I'd dream of the lands I've yet to see
When I knew my fate, I'd want to go,
To a dream back when I did not know
When I was dying, I would have cried,
For a dream, where from Death, I could hide!
When I was dead, anything I'd give
To dream that I'd one more day to live!
Oh, truly! No one would shriek and wail--
If there was one who had dreams for sale.
First poem. So don't expect too much. I'm open to criticism; I'm always listening for some feedback. :)