The Mind of Poetry
Forty Foot Smurfs
I've seen forty foot smurfs,
Haunting my dreams at night,
While lounging outside,
With someone that I wish adored me.
Those enormous beings,
Smile at me with foolishness,
As the midnight sky,
Speaks not a word of the future.
There's a man that sits next to me,
Who proclaims that he's their king,
And I'm the queen of the sky,
Though nothing of that sort exists.
Reality peeks through thin cracks,
As it whithers to a dust beneath my feet,
This king of theirs yells out their name loudly,
So loud that silence bellows back.
The stars sit there,
Cackling at me like I'm a child,
As the forty foot smurfs,
Are being called to come closer.
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Haunting my dreams at night,
While lounging outside,
With someone that I wish adored me.
Those enormous beings,
Smile at me with foolishness,
As the midnight sky,
Speaks not a word of the future.
There's a man that sits next to me,
Who proclaims that he's their king,
And I'm the queen of the sky,
Though nothing of that sort exists.
Reality peeks through thin cracks,
As it whithers to a dust beneath my feet,
This king of theirs yells out their name loudly,
So loud that silence bellows back.
The stars sit there,
Cackling at me like I'm a child,
As the forty foot smurfs,
Are being called to come closer.
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Forty Foot Smurfs
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