found this in an old notebook, wrote it close to 3 years ago i'd guess.
you say you have a dream
well dreams are like bullet trains
made to burst at the seams
to be run into the ground
happiness is but an offhand wish
proposed by governors and their exes
so i'm writing down this list
of all the places i'd rather you be
this feeling is fleeting into the night
a hope, like a wish in a well
throwing in pennies for the chance of your life
save 'em all up and go far away
burn up and inhale
breath out the love
hope is just ashes
kept in a glass urn
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i like it. write more!
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