Tracey Gilbert

Rookie (02/15/77 / Charlottetown, PEI)

For Real - Poem by Tracey Gilbert

It should be for real, , But you are not my kind
Now your here, And im not ready

I'm always alone, and never alone,
How do I make this real
You are always the one who im not looking for.

Then you are here,
To let me now that it is not you
But my mind, always the reminder of mine.

You swear that it is me, not my mind,
Make me insaine, crazy, like im you.

When is it my day to be sain, It must be for real?
Never is it okay,

Don't let the days go
They sneak up on you like a period, not recorded on the calender.
Like an unwanted pregnancy, it always invades your life.

To end this dream, I must wake up,
But to wake up, I am in reality
I just want to dream.

But when I am awake, it is all so real
and the dream is done.
nothing but good days.. to the mind that is gone..

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 26, 2005

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