I wanted to go chasing clouds
Finding comfort in its variability.
But I had dirty clever hands blessing my sanity,
Hands I believed to be God’s own…
Blessing fused with planned lies.
When I sang of my dream,
They applauded and believed in me.
They handed me a net
And said they did let me go free.
Drenched with failure
With the net I returned.
I sobbed in the dark
And they smirked and laughed.
Why did I believe?
Why did I not doubt the crooked smile?
Fools like me lie in the dark
And die with dreams unseen.
You are awesome! I love your poems! π
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I am so happy to know you find my words worth commenting for. Thank you for the follow.
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Oh c’mon, I read so many of yours posts today..and trust me I actually couldn’t find words to praise all of them! π
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Thank you so much. Really means a lot to me. Thank you. β€πβ€πβ€πβ€πβ€ππ
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