My World

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    My World

     I sit here in a world too ordinary for me to call my own.
    So when night grows on and my eyes feel heavy, a world appears in my mental mind.
    It is not the one i was used to.
    I felt more at home there than the world I grew to know.
    This world is the one i dreamed of,
    the one too real to be true.
    Love, romance, protection from my concious mind.
    Oh how do I wish to stal, oh how do I wish.
    Near dawn my world fades.
    The perfect world disolves in my head.
    The whole thing was just a dream.
    For a minute i hoped it was real because my life is no fairy tale.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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