Dead Dreams

Expecting too much

Tiptoeing carefully, uncertainty

Stumbling, unsure of

What to do or say
I too, have secret wishes

I too, sit alone

But for the memories

Where I come to dream
Too many regrets

Wordless whispers left unsaid

Doors and windows

To the soul

I close them all
Alone in my sadness

I stare at the stars

Looking for a place to hide

Under layers of dead dreams

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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