• tulsiuma 13w

    My/Our dream

    “If I told you a story, would you listen?”

    “If I spoke, would you listen?”

    “If I stood in the same room as you, would you notice me?”

    “If I was gone, would you miss me?”

    I once dreamed of happy days, of what could be,

    Of who I would be.

    My innocence was a blessing,

    My childhood self was free,

    And magic was real.

    When did it happen?

    When did I break?

    When did I lose my innocence?

    Why did it happen?

    I’ve forgotten, I’ve lost a part of myself.

    Why?

    What cause it to happen?

    What turned my dreams into a curse?

    What was it that took the freedom of childhood self?

    I once dreamed of happy days, of what could be,

    Of who I would be.

    Of who you could be.

    Was I wrong to ever dream, to wish,

    To hope?

    Why did it all turn into a nightmare?

    Why does it never end?

    Even within your/our world,

    The cycle of lies and broken dreams,

    Will come and shatter the dream.

    My innocence was a blessing,

    My childhood self was free,

    And magic was real.

    When did it happen?

    When did I break?

    When did I lose my innocence?

    Why did it happen?

    Why was our/my wish cursed?

    It's burning, the boundary.

    It's shattering, breaking.

    As the fire of lies and life’s cruel fate,

    Burn away everything.

    I once dreamed of happy days, of what could be,

    Of who I would be.

    Of who you could be.

    Were we wrong to ever dream, to wish,

    To hope?

    Once again, I dared to dream, to wish.

    Hoping that the old magic could bring it all back.

    How wrong I was.

    Pain now surrounds us.

    My childhood self is now bound by chains.

    Was it my fault, was it our fault?

    When did this all begin?

    Why did it happen?

    I once dreamed of happy days, of what could be,

    Of who I would be.

    My innocence was a blessing,

    My childhood self was free,

    And magic was real.

    When did it happen?

    When did I break?

    When did I lose my innocence?

    Why did it happen?

    I’ve forgotten, I’ve lost a part of myself.

    Why?

    What cause it to happen?

    Why do I now want to destroy it all?

    Why did I?

    Why…

    “If I told you a story, would you listen?”

    “If I spoke, would you listen?”

    “If I stood in the same room as you, would you notice me?”

    “If I was gone, would you miss me?”

    “If I was gone, would you listen?”


    ©tulsiuma