You And Your Big Dreams - Poem by Monica O'Connor
Teach me how you think.
I’d love to see the way you do.
because in your eyes there’s a shining glint,
It’s a tiny explosion of innocence, one of bliss, one of purity.
Can you show me how to breathe again?
It seems that I’ve forgotten that my lungs exists.
Your words are my oxygen, and their absence is beyond suffocating.
Did you know that I miss you?
Every hour long phone call, all of our dreams for the future.
Can you tell me what it means to live?
Because there’s only fragments of my imagination left,
Nothing real to base this on.
You and your big dreams, they scared me away
To a place where every song is about us,
About me and how I used to feel.
Can you teach me to believe again?
When I lost you I lost my faith,
I’ve believed my own lies,
Living in love of my ideas.
And that simply isn’t enough.
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