I close my eyes and the images appear
I dream of love; I dream of these poems
getting published And people getting inspired
I’m in a whole different world, lets just call it
Sometimes I just don’t want to
Wake up and have it be just
I lay here soundless, eyes shut tight
As endless Hallucinations come to life
I’m picturing myself in a beautiful white dress
Maybe its my love story finally coming to
Then the image disappears and I’m signing,
Something for people and taking pictures
Could It be finally the day my poems get
Again what I see in my own eyes changes again,
Back to me in this white dress
Everything seems so real, like its
Too good to be true.
And when I try to look over at who is
Holding my hand and standing right beside me
It appears to be a blur to me that’s
When I wake up it all disappears,
But I know someday it will all come true
Or at least I hope so ….
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