Dying Dreams
All of my poems are about death, suicide, love, vampires… I'd b so thankful if the people who read my poems left a comment about them… so that I could have an idea if my work is good enough… thx
Everyday the thoughts would gather
Each one dies as they slowly creep
I pick them up and place them in a book
Between the pages is where they sleep
Children's dreams left to die
The tears now rule with their constant scream
Murdered by society those worlds of them
And by its synthesized dream
I cry as I gather their dreams
To put them to rest in their despair
But soon they'll see and realize
We need dreams more than we need air
Each one dies as they slowly creep
I pick them up and place them in a book
Between the pages is where they sleep
Children's dreams left to die
The tears now rule with their constant scream
Murdered by society those worlds of them
And by its synthesized dream
I cry as I gather their dreams
To put them to rest in their despair
But soon they'll see and realize
We need dreams more than we need air
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