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
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