My dreams are realistic
My nightmares are so fantastic
Sleeping on my hard cushion of a bed
I see all the people walking by but they all look dead.
It’s like my mind is open 24/7
Except on Sundays…
I watch T.V.
But nothings ever on
Just like I love to shop
But I’m always broke
I want to sky dive
I’m afraid of heights
I want to be a ballerina
I hate wearing tights
This is me I like to vent
Although it may seem I contradict myself
But it’s ok
That’s the assignment.
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the poem is funny. crepy but cool pictures. love the concept!
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