Fantasy is only in books!,
Small moments of touches and looks.
Smiles seen from a far,
Hugs that help to heal those battle scars.
Dreams of what life could be,
Heart on my sleeve so carefree.
Words means so much in a moment,
But can hurt so much more than you think.
Love conquers all they say,
But what is love when pleasure comes to play?
Pain is pleasure!
But just how much pain leads to pleasure that can be treasured?
The right person at the right time is a fantasy,
Where love is real and pure in this botched reality.
No elfs, dragons or wands around,
Only a life that propose a magic ethereal and lost until found.
Fantasy is in only books!,
Until that special soul gives you that one look.
~Alis Grace.
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ALIS GRACE
ПоэзияTHE CONFUSION OF A PERSON, OF A THING; A NEW IDENTITY, A NEW LIFE OF WHAT IS THERE TO BRING, THE STORY OF A PERSON WHO HAS LOST EVERYTHING, A NEW DRAMA PEICE IN THIS WORLD OF SIN. QUEUES OR LINES, FEAR AND LOVE WHAT IS TO BE EXPECTED IN THIS BOOK VI...
