Just a Dream

Just a Dream

A Poem by Princess Belle

I'm in this dream
I'm picking at the seams
On the couch we always used to sit on
And i look up,
I thought you were there,
but you're gone
You've gone away to some better place
But don't you know you can't hide from mistakes
Life's a tough game to play
But hey,
No one said life was fair
You know I'll always care
You'll always be in my head
Keeping me lying awake in bed
Thinking of you
And all the things we used to do
Are you scared like me?
Of how alone you could be?
You know you really have no reason to
I'll always be here for you, no matter what you do
I don't break my promises,
How did we get like this?
You say I'm like you're idol on a poster
But don't look any closer
Cause all you'll see is a small girl,
With a big shield, hiding from the world
I'm sorry i was a disappointment,
but you had to see
I'm less than what you expected me to be
You'll always be special in my eyes
With a special glow that shines
I'm lying awake at night because i miss u
I tried to forget you but i guess i forgot to
Tell me this is a dream
So I can wake up and live my own reality
But I'm lying in my bed
And you're circling in my head
I'm listening to Konstantine
You're always with me in my dreams
You're too pure of an angel for me
But you'll always be my memory...

© 2008 Princess Belle


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I wrote one similar in meaning once, in Spanish and English. Sometimes we hurt someone less by letting go, because we can see the end, and we know it won't be pretty at all. I'm glad that you entered this in my contest. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank you so much.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Princess Belle
Princess Belle

The Switch, Australia



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I thank God everyday, for the privelaged life i lead. For i need no respirator to breathe. For i have healthy lungs to sing. No glasses to see. For i have beautiful eyes to look. No wheelchair to mo.. more..

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