Mar 18, 2014


Dreams are truths
closed in cells
each one multiplies daily
reminding us of pyramids
but, when they are locked
we beat and cry
a ridiculous sound
deep within
we have let go
like the little boy's balloon
the mourning of a cello
an untold story
we do the pillow talk
reaching at false hope
trapped outside
seeing our thoughts
the years are getting short
----- light it up
drink it down
the climb should be easier
this go round
we pretend in lies
we are happy
building up frustrations
welcoming excuses


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