They say
My dreams
Are fairy tales
Never going to happen
They say
I need to bring my head out of the clouds
And put my feet on the ground
Maybe
Having my head in the clouds
And my nose in a book
Is the only way
I can leave this town
I want out
But that's just a fairy tale dream
Is it so wrong
For a girl to dream
Of fairy tales
They're so tantalizing
They can feel so real
I'd greatly like out
But that's just a fairy tale dream
Is it so wrong of me
To dream of days
Where I'm no longer bound
By these town borders
And county lines?
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
