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Pellets of Undreamt Dreams

# pelletsofundreamtdreams

Monochromatic missives written by my good heart
Wreathed in the luckiness of 4-leafed ‘shamrocks’
With the fables of undreamt dreams that fell apart
Shattered by my demons, thrown behind dreary locks
It’s inexpressible, she's all the ink I need
So I choose her over all my demons indeed

And her eyes,
syn-chro-nize
With mine.
O Mr. Morningstar,
Sunshades in glitter vibes, beauty burning bright
Time stops, everything's blurred except that sight
In dear days, they whisper love in cherry daylight
Tears fade, often they melt at the spot of white

In these fine-hard times
We'd be part-time lovers
But full-time friends,
And we'd sprinkle a bit of romance,
So we dodge dreary ends
And I'd pray to god to give us magic pens,
So we'd send each other mails
With our dreamy tales,
And win over fails, and success trails
Feel sukoon in all exhales
I heard somewhere, when love is pure, it's no less than god, and I felt it!

And I know I'll be doomed, I'll be ruined
By the laws, by my in-laws, by dearly loss
Can't grant wishes, no one's Santa Claus
Rather a bright monster wearing holy cross

Drumbeats roar and my instincts scream, "arise",
Did patience break in the aftermath of snowfall?
Rising and shining, moving on the path of wise!
They always tell you, "Everyone climb and crawl!"
"You must know that this is right and that is wrong!"
"Are you asking for RTX 5090? Better sit at the shop!"
"This is not the way, that's the way to walk along."
"A British Belle? Your support? Go shut it all off!"
"It's bankruptcy in my heart's trusted blood bank!"
"This is not the time, hearts will shuffle the stuff."
"Mr. Morningstar, he's a boy of a stubborn flank."

Pellets of Undreamt Dreams
@greatmystŕic

There?
Not sure!
So, the fable of a Brit and a country boy? Since when?
Since I dropped the idea to ford across the Pacific!
I'm stable, this recklessness is worthwhile..
It's your fable, so your rules and your style!
"We never know until we know by ourselves."
This country is yours,
If your Brit makes it worth living beautifully,
Gives a space for your far unknown dreams,
And your instinct arises, you will stabilize.
Be home. Dream undreamt.
I'll handle the rebellion of so called them.
I'm glad.
See you later, Mr. Morningstar.

Oh I feel, I feel so sad, I feel so dread
So Anxiously bad, I feel so dead
Time falls apart, even before I start
I Starve to feel, feel a bit of good
Then why do I feel buried in a wood?
Heavy hearts of heavenly hearts
Makes me feel, I'm rubbish I'm trash
I ruin it all, like accident or a car crash
Oh I feel, I feel so bad, I feel so dread
Beacon of light, I made it dull and sad
I only mess it up when I could help
But I yelp afterwards, and I hate myself
I only have 26 million seconds as backup
And I don't know how, how to fix this up
I want to write, something admiring us
I'm stuck, in how to be more cautious
Oh I feel, I feel so sad, I feel so dread
So Anxiously bad, I feel so dead
Time falls apart, even before I start
I Starve to feel, feel a bit of good!!!

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