Literature
OnlyL's 7021st dream
I'll try to fill this void
with things unsaid and things undone
with dreams of passion, dreams of glory
smiles unsmiled, eternally.
In truth, not everyone
is fourty foot high, purple suited
and impossible to beat
inside their heads.
I'll try to fill this void
with conversations never held
with idiotic schemes so sweet
they'd make you fall for me.
In truth, not everyone can plan
as well as they can exercise;
with some the good intentions
fade with one soft look.
I'll try to dream of you tonight,
or dream to have you dream of me
and shiver slightly in my bed
the sheets can't stop this cold.
In truth, some people can't divid