Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Grown up in nightmares, daily flashback Memories became far away nightmares a life without a chance for dreams became a life working in my dream music - tourniquet and therapy has been but swords once turned to steelbars for stages and the tourniquet turned to the daily reason to smile so..if you know anyone, who was never allowed to be a child : take this person with you, wherever a stage is in construction.. ...and you will see : the inner child still exists..and now it has finally found the perfect playground to climb and laugh, where music is all around every minute day and night and the soul that has been chased by nightmares every step of the day.. ...started to chase dreams of stages , of once a day build stages at least once for every of those artists who have written these songs so enough of heart and soul, to work as magic saving lifes
0
Aug 25, 2024
Aug 25, 2024 at 3:20 AM UTC
Me
Grown up in nightmares, daily flashback Memories became far away nightmares a life without a chance for dreams became a life working in my dream music - tourniquet and therapy has been but swords once turned to steelbars for stages and the tourniquet turned to the daily reason to smile so..if you know anyone, who was never allowed to be a child : take this person with you, wherever a stage is in construction.. ...and you will see : the inner child still exists..and now it has finally found the perfect playground to climb and laugh, where music is all around every minute day and night and the soul that has been chased by nightmares every step of the day.. ...started to chase dreams of stages , of once a day build stages at least once for every of those artists who have written these songs so enough of heart and soul, to work as magic saving lifes
CaraSnow
Written by
29/F/Berlin, Germany
Aug 25, 2024
Aug 25, 2024 at 3:20 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem