On a misty day of August,
I chased the passing cars with my eyes
From the lonely balcony of my home.
In the midst of chaos,
Of the rush hours in this small town,
I felt at ease
Because you called.
On a misty day of August,
I felt like the ocean was the sky
Because you were a foot taller.
I felt like flying,
And i did
When you held me in your arms,
I thought I could touch the stars
And they fell down
All scattered across my bed
And it put me to deep sleep
Till i woke up in tears
And the dream was over.
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a book to pour my heart out
Poetrypoems and random drabbles i write when i feel emotional or have the time *thanks for 400+ reads :')
