The Midgets Letter

You held the pen like a scared little boy,  And my dreams that were enjoyable were destroyed.  You wrote my imagination like a infection, You  rewrote the story till it played in perfection. Then you sent the letter to me to kill thoughts. The midgets letter begins to drain, For All the ink you left in pain. The sky grows gloomy, As the midgets letter went through me. My dreams went to my head, I stopped dreaming about being ahead, Now I’m dreaming about being dead. Reading The midgets letter is like being blind, Never seeing the truth and always ending up behind. The midgets letter begin to drain, For all the ink you left in pain. The sky grow gloomy, As the midgets letter went through me. My dreams went to my head, I stopped dreaming about being ahead, Now I dream about being dead.