Give me a dream
or two
anything that makes me
wanna wake up.
Reality has left
a bitter taste on my tongue.
no plans, promises,
or prefixes.
take my hand,
and take me away with you.
Give me a dream
Or two.
I have laid for decades, now
on the ocean bed,
a distant looker,
not caring to participate.
be the stronger undercurrent,
carry my hurt away on your
shoulder blades.
I'll take my responsibilities,
I'll thank you with my last breath.
It was a deep cut,
the blow too close to the lungs,
but it will heal,
if you only could give me
a dream or two,
to make the healing worth it.
to try to want to fight
the ghost of who I used to be.
Give me a dream
or two,
and wait
while i turn them into reality.
I was a wild thing too, you know,
till I was tamed, Broken,
moulded,
out of convenience.
I can always shed this skin,
and begin again,
but I dare not,
trod my heart,
for the grief that might follow.
the shell might not let the light in,
but it sure keeps the memories out.
Give me a dream
or two,
so I can replace
all the unwritten past tragedies,
with a hopeful draft
of future.
Give me a dream or two.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
Give me a dream
or two
anything that makes me
wanna wake up.
Reality has left
a bitter taste on my tongue.
no plans, promises,
or prefixes.
take my hand,
and take me away with you.
Give me a dream
Or two.
I have laid for decades, now
on the ocean bed,
a distant looker,
not caring to participate.
be the stronger undercurrent,
carry my hurt away on your
shoulder blades.
I'll take my responsibilities,
I'll thank you with my last breath.
It was a deep cut,
the blow too close to the lungs,
but it will heal,
if you only could give me
a dream or two,
to make the healing worth it.
to try to want to fight
the ghost of who I used to be.
Give me a dream
or two,
and wait
while i turn them into reality.
I was a wild thing too, you know,
till I was tamed, Broken,
moulded,
out of convenience.
I can always shed this skin,
and begin again,
but I dare not,
trod my heart,
for the grief that might follow.
the shell might not let the light in,
but it sure keeps the memories out.
Give me a dream
or two,
so I can replace
all the unwritten past tragedies,
with a hopeful draft
of future.
Give me a dream or two.
Just for once give me a reason to get out of my bed.
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