Hullo. I'm back and would like more reviews than just Velvet Masquerade . . .
The River of Lost Dreams
It's dark
Rolling waters
Polluted
With dreams.
A pair of
black-polished shoes,
Watch and
Bright silver
Ribbons.
And finally,
A broken heart.
A mist
Rises.
It clogs
And
Saddens.
For every
Shattered dream
Is a person.
Who has
Given up.
And is sitting
Somewhere.
Watching.
Waiting.
But every so often,
There is a star.
Which lights it's path,
And follows it.
Towards their
Dream.
But the
River is always there.
A reminder;
People have
Given up.
And surrendered to
The River of Lost Dreams.
