Frank Calvario

Fantasy's Are Made Of Lies - Poem by Frank Calvario

Sleeping is my favorite thing to do,
because i can believe,
believe that your there,
believe that this time you won't leave,
you hold me closer as i start believing,
this is all a dream,
afraid to wake up in the
nightmare i live,
fantasy's cant happen because,
u lied and play with my thoughts,
as i gazed on the stars,
I think of ur eyes,
as bright as the stars
and beautiful like the sky,
making my fantasy that
one say they'll be mine.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 2, 2009

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