Dream Catcher


Jaded eyes, a hungry heart,
That's how all the good dreams start.
Crushes come and crushes go,
But you are my sun, and it will never snow.
Bright eyes with a torch in hand,
Off to great uncharted land.
On a march and there I go,
Only to find an explorer has stolen the show.
I think I got a blow to the head.
Now my heart is overfed.
"It's okay," I tell myself.
I can't let him put my heart on a shelf.
The time is over for me to grieve,
But I refuse to wear my heart on my sleeve.
I pick up my torch and on I walk.
However to no one else will I talk.
Still today, I haven't ever seen snow
Yet I watch you come and go.
I continue to have a torch in hand
Pretending to search for other land.
Jaded eyes, a hungry heart,
That's how all the good dreams start.
But with what I've been through, dare I say,
My dream catcher didn't seem to work today.

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