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by whoneedsaname

If I felt I were more Than a mere dust-mote

I might just be happy But I'd try not to gloat.

But inside, I'd be saying:

Is this all a dream?

Because I know from stories Things aren't what they seem

I'd be happy And pleased And I'd smile every day

But still, there's reality Which makes everything grey

I'd be just the same - or that's what I think:

Just another lost soul Standing out on the brink

Of despair Just waiting

Waiting for something That puts me back in the pink

Stories We Think You'll Love
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8 months ago
A haiku.

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10 months ago
Matters of the Hearts

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a month ago
This story rhymes and is a cliché and was also ori...

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
8 months agoReply
This was a dark poem. The images you called forth with your words were bleak and left a hollowness in this reader. Great poetry!!!