Dreamers
I am not perfect.
There may be plenty of books
I have not read
even more things I have not done.
My smile may not be cute
and the words coming out
of my mouth may not always be pleasant.
I may prefer whiskey to feminine drinks,
have secrets, a dark side.
From time to time
I may be too stubborn, too lazy,
too emotional, too quiet or too loud.
I may not be a great poet,
a canon of beauty,
a role model.
And I may be insane,
I may not be understood,
yet I am not the only one.
I am not perfect,
I am the one your soul is looking for.
Always there
when you need me.
With a glass in my hand,
ready to listen,
ready to talk,
ready to chase the dreams.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2014
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