All your dreams are made of
Cloudy lemonade
The places you hide in filled with
Sheet music
All the words you say seem to be
Soft lullabies
The difference between dreams
and reality
Is the line between smiles and smirks
Is the line between crying of joy and grief
The line between laughing at a memory long lost
And crying because of a current joke
The line between Aristotle and Rowling
Or just the horizon.
All you ever say is that you'll
be allright
But don't you realize that
All your dreams are made of
Cloudy lemonade?
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 4:37 PM UTC
All your dreams are made of
Cloudy lemonade
The places you hide in filled with
Sheet music
All the words you say seem to be
Soft lullabies
The difference between dreams
and reality
Is the line between smiles and smirks
Is the line between crying of joy and grief
The line between laughing at a memory long lost
And crying because of a current joke
The line between Aristotle and Rowling
Or just the horizon.
All you ever say is that you'll
be allright
But don't you realize that
All your dreams are made of
Cloudy lemonade?
A poem inspired by Oasis' "Talk Tonight".
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