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Wasted a Dream
Contributed by
evilfairy
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Sunday, 6th June 2004 @ 07:56:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Wasting a dream that could have been mine
Visiting a land of wonders sublime
Walking the streets and not opening my eyes
Im wasting a dream that could have been mine.
Watching the rainbow in black and white
I fly with the eagle and dont relish the sight
Feel the rain falling and cover my head
Wasting a dream that might have been might.
Lips that caress and I turn them away
Return home though dark eyes beg me to stay
Read a novel and I frown at the wit
The dream carries on but I dont care to play.
Walk past the roses and dont smell the perfume
The world before me and I keep to my room
I draw the blind and shut out the glory of the sight
The dream becomes elusive like the ever present moon.
The sweet smell of success is bottled and sold
The warmth of the sun becomes stale and cold
The snow on the ground makes me curse and swear
I turn to seize the dream, but my body is old.
Wasted a dream that could have been mine
Too late to turn back Ive crossed the line
Now to continue in my dreary existence
Ive wasted a dream and cant turn back time.
MW
2000
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2004-06-06 19:56:49]
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Re: Wasted a Dream
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by iluvpencils on
Sunday, 6th June 2004 @ 08:18:12 PM AEST
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| That is a wonderful poem! Very touching. Anyone who ever passed up a good thing would recognize that. |
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Re: Wasted a Dream
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by Essentially9 on
Sunday, 6th June 2004 @ 09:03:51 PM AEST
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| brilliant poem. yet a sad existance. |
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