Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Dreaming Realist

every weaker side
  you see
is becoming of a 
  stronger me

   past upon past
 piled on the floor
  rebirth with mirth 
waltzing through doors

catacombs mind and
  a labyrinth of thoughts 
seek and you shall find
  what holds the true faults

guarded by a realist while
  the dreamer sits throne
where upon love lies
   can happiness ever 
        call home


Written 22 July 20

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