Dreams Only Live To Die

Tell me, when do dreams come true?
Why are my dreams lost in the crowd?
How many fields must be plowed?
When are my pleasures ever allowed?

Every dream begins and ends with you.
Love acknowledged with a silent goodbye.
My dreams only live to die.
You only bring darkness to sky.

© Delia Ross. 2020

Published by PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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