I wrote this poem tonight.
*insert cool poem title*
I had a dream this morning
A dream that was short, but not boring
I had put buds in to my ear
That sent a dream I could hear
I had been transformed into a child
Who knew that life was mild
He had been told
That life was gold
There was nothing to fear
It was clear
As life moved forward
I heard the discord
The child was no longer young
The child had been stung
By the truth that was revealed
It was no longer concealed
It was not a walk in the park
It was scary and dark
The man, with fright
Hid from sight
He avoided the life he was to attend
Waiting for the end
When life had almost become unbearable
Along came the miracle
She was just as unprepared
His pain she shared
But with each other
They would become tougher
As the last chord began to fade
I removed the buds that had made
The sound that told me
Love is the key
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