I have the same dream every night.
It's tinged with an evil overcast.
But, to others I've painted a rosy picture,
An image of my perfect past.
The sun shines overhead,
And I'm fading fast,
And the nightmares spill over again and again,
Because they were meant to last.
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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
