My little Stash

autumndragonfly:

One day I can be what my dreams,

all the cake with the addition of the creams.

The blankness of my life I plan to fix,

paint a void with shades that are perfectly stoic.

And under the moonlight I’ll illuminate like a firefly,

shine brighter than the combined stars in the sky.

I’ll land on the shouldered and darkly depressed,

bring to them the spark they require to be their best.  

I’ll spread my wings that have once been torn,

that were bloody and feverishly pricked by a bush of hawthorn.

One day I’ll show off my colors that are ever so true,

not the plastic happiness that I deliberately spew.

I won’t need to swallow toxic waste,

and smile to lie about its disgusting taste.

I’ll have truth burn at its absolute fullest,

have it burn at my core and silently make me the brightest.

To be a dreamer and all the great,

and for all the fancy, I anxiously wait.

One day I can be what my mind dreams,

have it come true to replace what seems.