Dreams

by Perfect Little Secret   Nov 10, 2006


I'm deficient
I was born with no soul
I could be sufficient
If I had some place to go
The stars are not shining
The sun will not rise
The feelings are undermining
The pain of my demise
Someone touch my hand
Make me feel alive
Make me understand
The pain is still inside
The demons can be let go
A smile may be seen
But I will never show
What is only in a dream

A creature in the darkness
Staring down at me
Fills my life with sadness
That only he can see
He tells me pretty stories
Fills my head with lies
I don't believe the stories
I only hope he dies

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments