I Am Lost Without, poem #11. Gale's POV. Rhyming. See if you can figure out the rhyme scheme - if you think you have it, put it in your review. If you get it right you can put in a suggestion of what you want a poem to be - either someone's POV, or who or what it is about. Whatever. You decide.
I'm putting line breaks because the stanzas and the rhyme scheme is sort of confusing without them, so... read on.
My dream is now coming
To brighten my day,
My dream is now coming,
My dream's taken off,
My dream is now coming, it's coming my way.
My dream's speeding up,
It's closer each year,
My dream's speeding up,
My dream's speeding faster,
My dream, full of laughter, is coming so near.
My dream's almost here,
Just a bit more 'til then,
My dream's almost here,
My dream's very close,
My dream comes in moments, my dream flies again.
My dream comes in days,
It comes in a dive,
My dream comes in days
And maybe, just maybe,
My dream, just perhaps,
Maybe, just maybe, my dream might arrive.
My dream, can't you see,
My dream, yes, it's you,
My dream, can't you see,
Why can't I be yours?
My dream, you won't see, and you never do,
But maybe, it might,
My dream might arrive,
But I watch you take flight,
And I know I've no chance,
My dream might arrive, but I know, yes, I know deep inside-
It never will.