Poems from YellowMellow
Can you hear?
It's the calling of my hopes,
my wants and dreams,
just between
the seams
of reality and pragmatism.
Those hopes,...
Daddy's jacket.
Old, worn, and faded away.
Smells like memories.
Come home tired from school.
My cat rubs against my leg.
This homework can wait.
I want to sleep now,
but I'm in class so I can't.
I dream of dreaming.