Immature Dreamer
A Great Make-Believer
I'm an immature dreamer,
A great make-believer.
I imagine someday my words will be heard.
Somehow these dreams will take shape.
Somehow.
But for now, I just have to believe.
My thoughts, I have to retrieve.
Trap it on paper,
Each moment I'll savour,
The flavours of joy, love and pain,
The sweet salty rain,
The love left in vain.
Am I still sane?
It's been clouding my head,
There's a demon in my bed,
I've prayed it would go away,
But here it remains.
I cover the truth,
tell myself it's no use.
All the others have them too.
Cover my evil with a mask,
Make up my good, make it last.
In time my bitter feelings will pass.
God, give me strength to push past!
I'm an immature dreamer,
A great make-believer.
I imagine someday my words will be heard.
How absurd, that I'd be heard.
Someday my being here won't seem so senseless.
My beaten heart won't feel so defenseless.
Somehow, these dreams will take shape.
Someday, Somehow.
About the Creator
Emily Katherine Camposano
I am an art lover, a dreamer, a make believer. Born in Toronto Ontario Canada, currently residing Regina Saskatchewan. I enjoy drawing, writing, listening to music, and getting creative. Hope you enjoy what I share, as I enjoy sharing it.
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