I like to dream…
I like to let the thoughts in my head
paint wonderful pictures for me to drown in.
I can let my wings open and soar through the colors and the words.
While they warp into heaven,
Meshing the ocean with the sky.
I like to think I can pull the dreams that wait on my pillow
Into my own version on reality.
A reality where colors blend into ones that don’t exist.
Where I can swim in the sky and sleep on the clouds.
Where I can reach the moon by just lifting a finger.
If only my life were as my dream’s illusions.
I could sing with teardrops
And cry pure snowflakes.
The road to my castle would have stones – yes indeed.
But they would only be my pedestal – they would lift me higher.
Not scorn me with glares and words that make me bleed my own rainbows!
That: a humiliating punishment on its own.
On my pillow, where my dreams see the sun through the window,
I can pull the rays into my dreams, and my dreams into the rays.
While my worlds collide, only one glisten can be grasped:
My wings are the only thing that can keep me in my heaven.
The clouds can disperse and abandon my weight
The sky can fall right out of the sky
But my rainbows, my wind, my rain, my snow,
And my dreams, will always remain.
lol btw im 14 and no its not a dream contest thing, i just felt expressive:]
I like to let the thoughts in my head
paint wonderful pictures for me to drown in.
I can let my wings open and soar through the colors and the words.
While they warp into heaven,
Meshing the ocean with the sky.
I like to think I can pull the dreams that wait on my pillow
Into my own version on reality.
A reality where colors blend into ones that don’t exist.
Where I can swim in the sky and sleep on the clouds.
Where I can reach the moon by just lifting a finger.
If only my life were as my dream’s illusions.
I could sing with teardrops
And cry pure snowflakes.
The road to my castle would have stones – yes indeed.
But they would only be my pedestal – they would lift me higher.
Not scorn me with glares and words that make me bleed my own rainbows!
That: a humiliating punishment on its own.
On my pillow, where my dreams see the sun through the window,
I can pull the rays into my dreams, and my dreams into the rays.
While my worlds collide, only one glisten can be grasped:
My wings are the only thing that can keep me in my heaven.
The clouds can disperse and abandon my weight
The sky can fall right out of the sky
But my rainbows, my wind, my rain, my snow,
And my dreams, will always remain.
lol btw im 14 and no its not a dream contest thing, i just felt expressive:]