Dreams
Dreams,
Its where our minds prove,
What they are made of.
Where they move,
Where they show love.
My dreams are full of broken
hearts,
its all of the arts.
But you need the smarts,
To master the arts.
The arts of dreaming.
The arts of hoping.
The arts of falling.
Because what is in your
dreams,
Might become part of your
seams.
Be ready.
Takes your dreams as a lesson,
Because they might end up
being a blessing.
Copyright © Sierra Biersack | Year Posted 2011
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