- originally written April 8, 2007 -
Laying in bed, looking up at the ceiling,
I can see the stars that I know are beyond.
Attempting to rifle through all of my feelings,
My dreams and hopes of which I am so fond.
I feel this pang, more like a wave, of sadness,
I can't make any of those hopes or dreams come true.
Not here in my world which is ruled by madness.
My heart bled and then I knew what I must do.
I will place each hope and each dream up there.
I must disguise and hide them among the stars.
Trying to protect them from my own despair.
Saving them before they too become scared.
As I lose them into the sky, I can only pray.
I pray someone will find and fulfill them all.
That they don't stay lost for long and decay.
They too deserve a chance, no matter how big or small.
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