The me that nobody knows
Feelings, Lost again, Poet, Astro P
Feelings
I love you and I think you know
with feelings bright enough to show
they wake me up from dead of night
and show me things in light so bright
they tell me things I did not know
and in my dreams your face they show
they tell me that dreams do come true
and I'll find myself in search of you.
Lost again
Here I stand in loves defeat
hard to take and bittersweet
to waves of pain, from waves of joy
my heart left like a broken toy
silent tears from deep within
an afterthought I'm lost again
lost in time and lost in thought
this lesson learned but never taught.
Poet
Dreams of yours are dreams of mine
feelings that stretch the length of time
a life of light is what I pay
so you may read and dream it's day.
Astro P
I traveled places never seen
I sailed through clouds of foreign skies
I asked a stranger "Which way home?"
He smiled and said "Open your eyes."
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By Jesse B. Carlisle3 years ago in Futurism
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