Head Full Of Dreams
By Buzby
When I was a childlanguage fascinated me,even more than crayonsor crepe paper.I wrote rhymesabout kings and queenswith fairies, frogs and dragons.Later, I wrote about heartbreak, unrequited love and tear filled nights.I used words like soul and love, with reckless abandon.I thought I was a poeta sculptor of words,but in realityI was just a teenager -a face full of spots, a head full of dreams and a pen full of clichés. Written December 2nd, 2001 © on Dec 01 2001 06:31 PM PST 0 • 10
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"When I was a childlanguage fascinated me,even more than crayonsor crepe paper.I wrote rhymesabout kings and queenswith fairies, frogs and dragons.Later, I wrote about heartbreak, unrequited love and tear filled nights.I used words like soul and love, with reckless abandon.I thought I was a poeta sculptor of words,but in realityI was just a teenager -a face full of spots, a head full of dreams and a pen full of clichés...."