This is poem I wrote when I got bored. I dont care if you dont like it. its not my problem, you shouldn't have read it.
They're smoggy and hopeless
And covered in dust
The only things i know i can never trust
They're hidden in the back of my mind
The only ones of their kind
Have you guessed what they are?
Or, are you completely hopeless by far?
They are my dreams
Endless and broken
Lost forever in my mind as a painful token