All of my dreams have been tossed into the illusion of perfection.
From the aspiring serenade of youth, my heart yearned for these beautiful lies.
Dragged by pride, I attempted to find some truth in fiction.
...
We always told ourselves we’d be different,
you and I.
We always told ourselves that we
would go through life together,
...
I can scarcely remember those days that I believed,
That I could be anything, with hard work, and dreams.
A time when I was gullible and so conceived,
That I wasn’t bound to reality and its mundane scenes.
...
I'm a stereotypical college student with no particular plan for my future. Some of my submitted poems were written years ago in my adolescence. Thus these particular poems may not be contemporary and of a lower caliber of content.)
Perfection
All of my dreams have been tossed into the illusion of perfection.
From the aspiring serenade of youth, my heart yearned for these beautiful lies.
Dragged by pride, I attempted to find some truth in fiction.
How many dreams will fall short before I take this blindfold off my eyes?
These self purported expectations created for some one elses satisfaction,
are nothing but hollow fantasies, where the only thing that happens to them is die.