A Handful Of Dreams - Poem by Aram Stefanian
How long will it take to reinvent love?
I would travel too far to find a friend.
Will you stay with me if push comes to shove?
I'm the first one, waiting at the tail-end.
Sitting in the dark, all by my lonesome,
Cherishing the dreams that never come true.
I wish I could be high, wide and handsome,
Fall in love again out of the blue.
Eating my heart out over ghostly life,
The ones I used to love are dead and gone.
Sometimes I feel like a deserted wife,
Trying to turn troubles into a pun.
Ready to fight for love to the finish,
I guess, I'm never gonna lose my hold.
Even death quits grinning like a cold fish.
He fears the real world and ain't no bold.
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