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Echoes of a Dream

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writerwithasword

Published: Jul 4, 2011

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I've dreamt a thousand lifetimes
And lived a thousand lies
I've heard the tears of falling stars
And seen the souls of eyes

Oh to live in the Now
To bury my head in the Sand
To dream, to live, to love
and Yet-to-Come be damned

I've dreamt a thousand endings
And lived through some nightmares
I've heard the tears of shattered dreams
And rightly am I scared

Echoes echo all around
Illusions of my heart
They have no end and don't begin
And yet I know their start

I've dreamt a thousand wisdoms
And lived through deepest pain
I know the sound of tragedy
And felt Rejected's rain

I dream of purest Joy
And wish for Love's sweet kiss
But I've learned better now
And ignorance is bliss

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This . . . actually came out pretty well. And originally, it wasn't supposed to be a themed poem. Originally, it was gonna go into my scraps and stay there, but then it decided to turn against me, morph into a themed poem, and laugh in my face.

The last stanza kinda bugs me, although it's the reason I wrote the poem: it was in my head and wouldn't go away when I told it to shoo. I dunno, I'm probably just imagining things. I'm also debating changing the title to "Hopeless Romantic". Helpful thoughts/comments/suggestions are welcome.

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