I imagined us to be happy
to be holding hands
talking walks on the beach
and having picnics every Sunday
I don't know but
maybe my imagination is running
wild
YOU ARE READING
Everything I wanted
PoetrySometimes we let emotions and thoughts get the best of us. We just let them eat away our pure hearts that we forget who we are. I hated feeling like I wasn't enough for them but then I realized that I was more than enough. I was too much to handle...
Wild thoughts
I imagined us to be happy
to be holding hands
talking walks on the beach
and having picnics every Sunday
I don't know but
maybe my imagination is running
wild
