Poems from Sashaconley
Dreams are just that, they usually stay dreams,
Reality is just that, it is real,
Yet, why can't you make your dreams part of your reality...
We feel so alone in a place so crowded,
We feel so strange in a place so normal,
We feel so confused in a place so organized,
We feel so...
I've decided to eat today...
Is a cup of coffee okay?
Only if it's black,
Maybe some strawberries?
Only 2 allowed for you,
Okay.. What...
She sits staring at the sky praying for something,
Something she can't quite put her boney finger on,
Something itching at her rib...