I once had a dream
Of happiness and joys
Of kisses and toys.
One fine morning
The bubble vanished
Ugly reality rose its head.
There lay my dream
Smashed, butchered.
Slaughtered heinously.
I walked over it.
Dragged by the moment.
Tearing me apart.
I gave a fake smile.
I had to move on,
Inspite of a dead soul .
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take care and keep writing..........
But one day,you will get much better than wat u dreamed..
Take care
Good writing:)
A phase....or maybe a way of life.
Hope so....
Needs thinking....maybe yes....
Yeah,happy poems will be written on 9th of Feb,2011 ;)
Liked your reply. Somehow made me like this post :)
Amen !
Hmmmm.....
Thanks !
Glad to see you here. Long time :) And yes, sometimes we have to be up and going,no matter how broken we are...As they say "The show must go on..."
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:)