The dream is moving to Italy
Having a home to call my own.
Something distant at the moment
Until there I found it all
Buy a house for just one euro
Fix it up and make it yours
In the end the world's grinning beside you
'Cause yes, the dream came true.
But sitting here keeps it different.
The imagination bright and wild
How do I tell myself
To keep my eyes on this year's prize?
Moving forward, step by step
'Till it's finally far behind
I'll never have to hide again
Only X days to go.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology 🫶💖
AI is not art.
The Sound That Carries Me
When I lie in bed, the train always finds me. The wheels slam against the tracks, loud and unforgiving, like something inside me that never learned how to rest. The horn cuts through the dark in broken intervals. Too close, too real, impossible to ignore. It drags me back to the fields of my childhood. Back when I thought life was simple. It wasn't. I just didn't have the language for how heavy it already felt. I was small, trying to survive things I didn't know how to name yet.
By Sarai Jakubczak2 days ago in Poets
Comments (4)
Very good work 👏
Awesome dream to have <3
A great dream! Can I move to Italy with you! No more hiding! Yay!
Really beautiful ♦️♦️♦️