A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
F33ling$_by moi
living in a dream or is it just my eyes,
really almost drowning with this pool full of lies.
waking up in sorrow as the morning comes,
i listen to the beat of my heart...like the beatings of a drum.
slowly my heart sinks as i start to swim,
loving memories cross my mind as i start to think of him.
i try to think of something else but usually the thoughts always has an advantage,
honestly i still have feelings for him that i somehow seemed to manage.
although life throws problems at me i somehow seem to get through,
even if it means to let go it's like i already knew.
no matter what you say deep down i know you're just trying to get me mad,
but soon enough if we depart you'll realize i was the BEST you had.
