A dream unachieved
A dream left a dream
She sat up wide awake on a cold winter night
Looking through her window
As the street lights ignite
Her mother had told her
One summer day
A dream unachieved
Isn't actually a dream unachieved
Because it always leads to something better
Something bigger
Something unexpected
She was questioning this statement today
Is it even true?
That a dream unachieved
Is the start of something new?
She saw it all shatter today
She thought her life was cursed
Her fingers shook as she processed it
Her lips trembled
"I don't deserve it anyway" she mumbled
Tears threatening to fall out
"Nothing good ever happens to me" she grumbled
That night she didn't sleep
That night she only thought
That why dreams unachieved
Is all she ever got
The stars faded slowly
As the moon sunk
She still hadn't slept
Because of a question still hung
The snow on her window pane
Began to melt away
And that's when she realized
She'd been up all the way
She suddenly feels drowsy now
Suddenly wishes to sleep
Her mind begging to shut off the cruel world
But her eyes continue to weep
She rubs her eyes all teary
Yawning,
As her eyelids feel heavy
Wanting to fall into the world of dreams
So eventually she lies down
To escape reality it seems
She dreams of a perfect life
She dreams of gowns and ballrooms
Pilgrims and hotel rooms
Grey geese and gold plates
Diamond rings and no aches
She dreams of parties and richness
Success and no illness
Crystals and cars
Chandeliers and bars
A perfect life indeed
A perfect life she didn't need
She woke up feeling a little empty inside
She realized she didn't need no pride
She thought she was crazy to not want a perfect life
Who doesn't?
But her little trip to a perfect, dreamy life
Just didn't have no thrill
She thought
Not every dress looks good with a frill
The excitement to achieve a goal
The pain when you see it go
The happiness when you see it grow
It just wouldn't be there
In a perfect life
Because a perfect life
Just isn't perfect enough
So, maybe, just maybe
Maybe it is true
That a dream unachieved
Is the start of something new
-h.c
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Notebooks and Needles
PoetrySome people tend to find solace in writing out their feelings. I'm one of those people. A collection of poems I wrote. Even if you think they're immature, please no hate. Peace. -h.c x
