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As We Dream
It hurts me when you're hurtin'
It kills me when you're not alright
As we dream, the night has broken
Will this fever leave your soul tonight?
As we dream, these streets are walkin'
Blind men walk with outstretched palms
And the street lights flicker
As our sky erupts in honest bombs
And will you ever think to turn to me?
It's been, four years, 2 months, five days
You know I'll love you, always
Will you ever think to ask him why?
You run around in circles, screamin'
For someone who to save you from yourself
And as we dream these things, I'm here for you
And as we were dreamin'
The sun did make the sky anew
And as we were risen
Ruined lives patched up a crown for you
It was the frostbite on the apple
It was the snakebite in your heart
It was the tickets in the raffle
As we dream, we dream in works of art
It was the poison in the medicine
It was the apple baked inside the tart
It was a chance to say "auf wiedersehen"
As we dream, we dream in works of art
Yeah, as we dream, we dream in works of art
Yeah, as we dream, we dream in works of art
Oh, as we dream...
Hey Moser. I know you said not to read this stuff but I was so tempted... Like I said, I don't really dig poetry, but I'm diggin' this. Nice work man.
our sky erupts in honest bombs? teenagers should not write angst ridden poetry. please, don't write about love, pain, or the trauma of living because you are not old enough to know. THIS IS TO ALL YOUNG PEOPLE TRYING THEIR HAND AT VERSE. just stop.