"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, September 23, 2010

What Can I Give You

I am poor what can I give you
My pockets empty
The only thing I possess is my dreams

Some are tattered from years
Of trying to see them fulfilled
There are those brand new
Shiny with hope
And dreams I have yet to dream

I haven’t any money
May I give you my dreams
Wrapped in my soul
And tied with my heartstrings
That say I love you

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