PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I threw myself into the wishing well,
I could tell my dreams were wishing me well to,
Cant we agree its just another dark hole
that we all just love to cast our faith in,
I hit the bottom and I felt out of place
surrounded by the impression
of past presidents faces,
Their silver profiles spoke to me they said,
"Go ahead and get gone, this is where dreams go to die,
I at least thought that much was clear, kid",
I climbed my way out and caught a nickel with my face,
a lonely girl standing there said,"dreams do come true,
Today's your day,kid"