Lost Dreams

August 3, 2017

Riding its surface

to and from everyday.

Never seeing the beauty

placed upon its heart.

Mimicking the day before

while wanting more.

Wishing for a glimpse

that will never be seen.

For i am apart of the broken piece.

And we are not allowed to dream.

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