The fresh scent of coffee is filling the house,
and the fairy lights, like fireflies, are glowing so softly,
and the cool twilight is setting such a brilliant mood,
that all I can think of is this love that's so strongly
igniting my soul with its warmth and its depth
as I dream of a life slow-dancing with you,
regardless of the fact that I don't know you yet
and the future is still so far out of view.
YOU ARE READING
Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
