I could be the very best, and the very worst thing that could ever happen to you.
I miss the days when I was carefree. When laughing came easily.
Holding hands meant more than nothing.
'I love you' wasn't complicated and overused.
I would live forever.
All my friends and family would live forever.
Time would stop for one blissful minute,
and I would smile knowing that this was the perfect minute I would remember forever.
Reality tends to hit you hard,
like those dreams when you're falling continuously.
When you hit the ground, you jolt awake, trying hard to breathe.
I hate the way reality slaps my dreams out of my hands.
I miss the days when I was carefree. When laughing came easily.Holding hands meant more than nothing.
'I love you' wasn't complicated and overused.
I would live forever.
All my friends and family would live forever.
Time would stop for one blissful minute,
and I would smile knowing that this was the perfect minute I would remember forever.
Reality tends to hit you hard,
like those dreams when you're falling continuously.
When you hit the ground, you jolt awake, trying hard to breathe.
I hate the way reality slaps my dreams out of my hands.
The Blue Moon matches your dress... and the theme of this blog entry.
ReplyDelete"I hate the way reality slaps my dreams out of my hands." <---- wow, what a way to end it. I'm in love with this.
I doubt seriously, that you could ever come close to being the worst thing that ever happened to me. But I've been wrong before.
ReplyDeleteI loved that last line... it was really powerful, and truly one that I have felt over and over. Laurel and I live it often as a couple... this "life just picks you up long enough to slap you in the face feeling..." And there is heartache and pain, especially when you have others you are trying to take care of while your dreams seem to waste away.
ReplyDeleteBut you know what I've been thinking lately? Maybe what your dreams are doing is forcing you to tell them just how much you really beleive in them. They are crying to me harder and harder to slap/challenge what I accept as "reality" right back in the kisser!
We become what we think. I choose to think my dreams are real. I choose to think that Life is the farce. I choose to think that you are one very special person, and you will figure that out one day, wake up to it, and find strengths in you that you would have never found had you not had the challenges reality always gives us!
Hugs my thinking, sometimes heartbroken, sometimes very funny niece! More of us walk this path than you know, and all of us get frustrated with the way you put it so extremely beautifully... "I hate the way reality slaps my dreams out of my hands."
For a girl who "hates" poetry, you are starting to pull out of your inner soul some very beautiful poems! I'm becoming a fan!