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Dream too much

I Dream too much 
I didn't tell anyone 
Everyone knew, who
Pierced me with with their eyes
Because I dream too much... 

 The world is my playground.
So I ran wild. 
Swang high, 
Fell down  and dove deep-waters
Because I dream too much... 

 I could be purple with pride,
and surely orange when I cried
may be red with anger anything
but my usual black and white.
Because I dream too much... 

 Love turned me into a mush
I yelled when liars won't shush
I was whatever I wanted. 
Pulled off any magic I wanted
because I dream too much...  

 My words were curt 
but intentions never hurt. 
Meant what I said. 
Tricks were unknown. 
Only because I dream too much!

 Sometimes I would own the house of gold. 
Sometimes roam the streets with a gamine's soul.
Feeling differently I would gauge myself.
Who am I and how I can be better.
That's why I dream so much!

 I would be quiet and drab
then I would be a prattle no one could drag.
I would jump with a tot smiling around
and  hope with a kin to find love to surround.
I do dream too much. 


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Inspired by Amy Lee's "DREAM TOO MUCH" which still I haven't heard. May be now I would,
And also,
Gamin (f. gamine) and/or Ragamuffin
[noun] a street urchin; a person, typically a child, in ragged, dirty clothes

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  1. TL RobertsAugust 22, 2016 at 11:59 PM

    This was lovely, very lyrical.

    (Thanks for join in the prompt. I hope to see you back again soon.)

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  2. ShreyaKashyapAugust 24, 2016 at 7:33 PM

    Thanks TL! I sure will be :)

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