Dreams are finicky Things
They don't always come out right
-like cakes
You spend so much time in your head dreaming
for it to never happen
Or maybe it does happen
but you didn't realize the cost of it all
-like a genie wish gone bad
And you're left with this one good thing
amongst all the chaos
-and you cling to it until your hands cramp up horribly and you slip
And then there are the ones that come out right.
-The ones everyone lives for.
The sigh of relief as you realize
This really did happen.
The soft smile you give.
The one that may never happen again.
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Sunflower Child in Black and White
PoetryNo description, these don't fit together. I just want one person to tell me these aren't awful. It won't be uploaded regularly. I go through blocks a lot so they don't come out regularly.
