Dreamer

If I could reach up to the sky and touch the stars way up high, I would be dreaming as the clock wakes me as it rings, All I think about is you as a angel without wings. As I sit on the corner of my bed noticing , to you Im already dead, Excepting the fact that I was the one that fled, And knowing that words were not all just said, Well all I can do to erase the crying of sorrow, If life ends up short for me, another soul I may borrow, Now I'm walking my front door out into this world of pain, With the feelings of loneliness, know no ones trust I will gain, Now I walk the streets of an entire city, trying to figure me out, People stop and stare at me, cant they tell I want to scream and shout? I Come back home to write these lines to you, Thought I would feel happy, but no I'm still feeling blue, Now I've got my mind wondering of what could have been Would your love be less if I didn't share my dreams That are floating in the current of imagination's streams If I didn't open up the fragile door that leads to me In the songs and dreams and thoughts that drift within my poetry