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Personal Poems Can I find what I’ve always wanted?
Do dreams come true?
Could I find you,
In this foggy life?
Does true love exist?
Or is that reserved,
For those who look good enough to find it?
Can’t forget the words,
The pictures.
What we must be to survive.
I’m definitely not.
So far away from perfect,
So far down from good.
No one would notice me in a crowd.
But I still look for you.
Unsure if I’ll ever find,
What I’ve always dreamed,
Always read,
Seen.
The words leap out at you,
Consume you in their emotion,
Power.
You realize you wish you were them.
Could live in the story.
Could have what they want.
Until the sounds of life snap you back.
Open your eyes,
Your still there.
Here.
Life.
How close can you be?
Can feel the breath on the back of my neck.
Can see your arms around me,
But the warmth isn’t there.
It’s the same though,
The same hope,
The same dream.
Dreaming of you.
But you is such an abstract thought,
You is but a word,
Yet it carries the weight of life.
You can be anyone.
But for me it’s someone,
For you, it’s someone else.
You is beyond powerful,
Something so small can mean so much.
You can be a man,
It can be a thought,
It can be a thing.
You could be life,
Or you could be death.
But in the world of mine,
You is only one thing,
You is the dream,
My dream.
I dream of you every night.
Even if you don’t exist yet.
I dream of you,
Of him.
