I have fictional beliefs upon my eyes,
Looking into the crisp golden sky.
Dreams of myth that I wish to be real,
I wish that they could each be true to feel.
I tend to fall in love with fictional characters of bad,
the way that they tend to be misunderstood is sad.
One takes over the world while the other tries,
but calling them criminal is a complete lie.
I lose myself into music and let it flow,
the world around me begins to slow.
I take in the morning wind and sigh,
Music setting me free as to fly.
I guess I was born with an optimistic heart,
but my mind became pessimistic at the start.
I know that being who I am tonight,
will help me find my fiction of life.
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Kenn's Book Of Poems
PoetryWelcome to my book of poems, made by me. Every time I write a song, I'll put a fragment of it in, or just put a regular poem in. Are you ready for another bad poem?
