i never used to like waking up
everything in my dreams was beauty
but now, the beginning of my world has brown eyes
and that's all i want to see
he came along
and made being awake
incomparable to what i see
when i'm asleep
his heartbeat is beauty
and his touch puts mine at rest
now, i never want to blink for too long
in case i miss out on him, on life,
on everything
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Escapism
Poetryit's better to write your thoughts down than voice them to deaf ears that lead to uninterested hearts.
