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Sometimes I wonder why things are what they are. It is all based on money... you struggle to pay bills. Some how there is something that takes it all away.
You care for people that seem to be hollow inside, and just don't get it. And off we go with life dreaming of something better that will never come. That is all I have ... the dream.
Funny thing this life is, some how I found a girl that had a worst life than me... and all she wanted was a dream too. Hers is to have a family that stays strong in any adversity. And that does not break up. Like her family did. With drugs and junk... I love her; I will never break her heart, like all others have broken mine. I guess she is the perfect fit sent from God...there is no other way this would happen. And off we go with life dreaming of something better that will never come. That is all we have... the dream.
Now from two we are tree, the most precious daughter in the world, I get to re live my child hood and I get to see my wife give the treasure to my daughter of the life she never had. The struggle comes and goes and the threat of loosing it all falls on me, but I hold to the dream. Mine and hers...is now one. And off we go with life dreaming of something better that will never come. That is all we have... a dream
From tree to four, and nothing more... my legs can't hold no more weight. And sometimes I slip out of my dream and insanity kicks in. But all I do is look at her, and all seems to fall in place. I do not care about my dream; my dream is that she can have hers. But some how there is something that tries to take it all away. Its all based on money, you struggle. That's all I have... And off we go