The Web Poetry Corner - Phil Pochurek - Faded Dreams
Faded Dreams
by
Phil Pochurek
You know I'm a curse .
To your heart, to your head
And yet you still remain,
Trying to do your part.
Always the mother dearest
Always the good lover in bed,
But it still can't stop the pain
From running through your thoughts.
Flooding your heart with the sadness
Of one day breaking away
From the whispers, from the shadows
Of your desires
To the quiet of your dreams.
Then one day
Following the peace of your own free will,
You go where you want to go
And be who you really are.