Dreams
The dreams I dream make me feel, the dreams I dream make me seem real,
when they die and leave me alone, can I make it on my own?
Without my dreams who will I be? So afraid to look, so afraid of me... The mirrors
have lied and told me what I wanted to see, now tis only a shadow that’s left of
me...
The mirrors lay broken and glass shards fill my room, reflections of a past lie, in
the light of the moon...
Copyright © Vickie Olmsted | Year Posted 2006
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