January 15, 2011, 9:46 PM
You are a dream.
Made up of thoughts,
Feelings,
Emotions,
Wants,
Needs,
Hopes,
Desires,
And heart.
Something real,
But not quite believable.
Down to Earth,
But spaced to the sun.
Something of a flower,
Yet deadlier than a rose,
More protective than a safe.
More beautiful than the moon,
And still continue to think,
That you are nothing more,
Than ugly.
You can be wonderful,
Or you can be dreadful,
Depending on your choosing.
You start off lovely,
Then turn into a nuisance.
You love to fight,
Never to lose.
To play with fire,
Yet never get burned.
To be loved,
But never to love.
To play,
And never work.
You are nothing more,
Than someone elses dream.
Made up of thoughts,
Feelings,
Emotions,
Wants,
Needs,
Hopes,
Desires,
And heart.
Something real,
But not quite believable.
Down to Earth,
But spaced to the sun.
Something of a flower,
Yet deadlier than a rose,
More protective than a safe.
More beautiful than the moon,
And still continue to think,
That you are nothing more,
Than ugly.
You can be wonderful,
Or you can be dreadful,
Depending on your choosing.
You start off lovely,
Then turn into a nuisance.
You love to fight,
Never to lose.
To play with fire,
Yet never get burned.
To be loved,
But never to love.
To play,
And never work.
You are nothing more,
Than someone elses dream.
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