December 18, 2010
we built our hearts on our dreams
they said you'll wake up just give it time
you must've opened your eyes

you would die with out me
but its clear your still breathing
maybe you're still dreaming
but not of me

those dreams we stacked
that life we built; a gust of reality
left me standing in debris

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Lover_that_Hates This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 15, 2011 at 8:49 am
i like th concept in this poem; but i think the flow could use some work, along with the word choice maybe. (But What do i know??) anyway really nice!
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