What if?

                 

What if clouds are plastic
and people run in the streets blind and frosty,
men are spots painted with sorrows
women fall in love and stop looking for
tomorrow?
What if dreams you wear
are never shown to the ones you care,
stay locked on the lips and hide the thought
because what is true is just not being a lot?
I’ve never know if dreams live on clouds
because They cut my wings
and put me in boxes with deaf lauds.
 
                                    today
what if is just rejection.
                                     

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