Something most of you taught me to believe
Was, that dreaming should be forbidden
Because it is not reality.
I learned my lesson the hard way.
Life is always a tragedy.
Maybe you'll do it someday, too.
'It is fiction, not true
Life will welcome you soon.'
I heard what is not come warming my heart
Because my soul is almost in Neverland.
I was reading books several times
And most of you said:
How could you be so blind?
For them, they're always just words
One after another
For me, it's the way I save the world.
A world that is meant for me for some chapters,
My kingdom, my home, my true heart's desire.
A world that can be saved
While the world you named reality
Can't be rebuilt by an open mind.
A book is where my body can rest
And my mind can float to new adventures.
Only then do my hopes germinate again
That you destroyed little by little.
I am not reading to close my mind.
It's a choice.
I am reading to evade the reality you
Once taught me to believe in.
YOU ARE READING
Facets Faces
PoetryTrue art comes from your inner self. This collection of modern poetry contains truth, fiction, emotions, and all of the beauty we forget to notice around us. You will find older poems that you will probably know from my Poetry Collection but also pl...
