Daring to dream.
To prosper and succeed.
Is like playing with fire.
I wish upon every star.
And I do everything accordingly.
To how I want everything to be.
But if I believe in my hope.
So much with all desire.
I can burn myself.
Inflict myself pain.
The scars the remind me.
Of the pain I get from dreaming.
Before I know.
I am sitting on ice.
And unable to get up.
Each fall on my bum.
Is like a warning.
To keep my head in reality.
And it happens all the time.
The fight of ice versus fire.
Reality versus my dreams.
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A Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
