Another one of these. I hope they are as enjoyable to read as they are to write.
Dream of something.
Something to cling to.
Something I can truly keep.
A thing I can never destroy.
Though my hands, my mind are rough.
They know not the raw power they contain.
How easily a good thing can be torn apart.
Torn apart by my own foolish, clumsy stupidity.
Leaving me there wondering what went wrong.
I must learn how to improve myself.
How to be a better person.
A person that can deserve.
Deserve to have them.
To dream of,