Nothin' but a dreamer, stuck in a place where nothing's right, or wrong or good at that. Play the game, and find out it's not a game at all, but a way to grasp on to life and not let go. So, you think I may be wrong. Do I care? All that matters is me, and what I think, So don't tell me otherwise. The only hand I have to grasp on to is my own. At least it won't slap me in the face and say I'm dumb. I kiss my hand, And it strokes my face, and fondles my breasts. And I feel beautiful. You can't take that away from me. This land where I live, my dream, Keeps me warm, and loves me the way I am. There are no draughts, or wars, or people who abuse me and move on. I can forgive myself, yet no one else, so get away from me, I need to sleep.
Reason for writing:
just tell me what you think.
Birth sign: Pisces
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