What if everything we
Knew was nothing but
A dream.
The sun, the clouds,
The sky, the moon,
The stars.
We cant forget the
Trees, or the people or
The buildings.
Every time she looks up
At the sky she always
Thinks what if this is
Nothing but a dream,
If we are just pawns
In someone elses game,
And they are sitting up there
Laughing at how pathetic we
Are.
What if we are just dolls,
Nothing but play things
In a giant toy box called
Life.
And they controlled our actions,
Feelings and well beings,
And they told us how to live
Our lives, and nothing more.
What if everything we
Knew was nothing
But a dream?













Comments
I don't mean to discourage you or anything. I think you have some real potential to be a good poet. You just need practice.
Keep writing, it'll get better.
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its just hard to write poetry after not writing it for a while haha
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