The cascade of dreams
which fall from above.
Bursting from its seams
many dreams of love.
My basket has overflown
with love overpowering all.
Many a weed has grown
nary a plant stands tall.
My one and only desire
nightly it remains fresh.
A spark to start a fire
warm breath upon my flesh.
Alone I lay in these sheets
pillow as my false companion.
Reality has a solemn heart beat
imprisoning me within its sanction.
A wish to step forward into light
breaking the chains which bind me.
Mine heart shall not die without a fight
tonight you and I from reality we shall flee!
One day the flames of my love with break all bonds.















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Hope is a powerful thing, wasteful if left aside.
Thank you ^^
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"Im simply a man of things that no-longer exist anymore"- Ronja
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