All My Lovely Dreams

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March 2003 Poetry

All my lovely dreams, shattered.

But it’s not like anything really mattered.

To you love’s just a game I can’t win.

Sometimes I wish,

I could start all over again.

I’d let myself cry,

I’d let myself die.

Break free from your grasp,

and finally fly.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 3-14-03.

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