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my dream ...
tells of love..
of happiness and joy.
nothing seems to matter,
bad thoughts naught exist.
inspiration..
comes from a song..
a beat...
of a broken heart.
no more waste...
of love, misplaced.
everything is pure...
harmonious.
My dream is where i long to be..
where everything is perfect.
Interruptions...
from within... dont matter.
the beating heart...
beats for love...
not habit.
In this world..
nothing seems to be the way..
It used to..
shallowness overwhelms,
and you pray each nite...
an angel will come..
sweep you off your feet.
The fantasies in your mind..
you could live off forever...
but...
you know its not a probability
nor a possibility.
when your tears are all youve got..
its hard to find the strength.
to know that everything is perfect.
Moments,
but a flicker in your mind.
Dreams,
but a hope and prayer
you heart brings forth.
what happens when the dreams end?
The moments pass?
When the rain wont stop then what?
My dream
takes me away...
to the place of pure intent.
a place i long to stay.