The dream me was a boy,
He hates the sunset,
Claiming that drawing such scene makes him sad,
Feeling as if everyone would leave him alone.
The real me is a girl,
She's okay with the sunset,
Claiming that drawing such a beautiful scene,
Was something that she'll probably enjoy in the future.
The two of us are from different world,
Me and him.
He's taken,
I'm single.
He can be with the type of girl that I dreamt of,
I can only be with my lonely self imagining my future-to-be.
To dream, for me, is not simple at all.
Suffering from tiredness after I went through a dream,
REM works all day and exhausted my mind.
It's normal for me to forget,
But occasionally I would remember,
Just how creepy my dream can be.
Hey, deja vu?
Suffer that many time.
Prediction?
I actually guessed my friend's grandma's name.
Future?
I don't expect for my maid's daughter to have her babies on that very same day.
Dreaming is just a plaything,
But occasionally I'm tired of it.
People wished to have a dream whenever they sleep,
I wish to have a deep sleep without any dream.
A sacrifice?
I became one before.
A moving tree?
I ran away from one.
A black sun?
I tried avoiding it.
Suffice to say that most dream aren't always happy,
And even your most happiest dream,
Can become your own nightmare in the future.
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Complex [ Poems ]
PoetryThe world is full of complexity; Yet it was divided into simplicity. Human's mind is complex; That's why many people searched for similarities. [A collection of poems that I create. Well, I'm just writing it out of a whim but here you go. All of thi...
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