and being a dreamer means
I lose touch
with who you really are
I look into the night sky
expecting to see the stars
when all there is
is smog
and light pollution
(taken from Canvas, publishing date TBD)
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I lose touch
with who you really are
I look into the night sky
expecting to see the stars
when all there is
is smog
and light pollution
(taken from Canvas, publishing date TBD)
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Good piece and straight to the point with a little twist in it. Well done!
Well, Sometimes you just really need those rose coloured glasses. Amazing poem. Loved it
I like it a lot