(TRIGGER WARNING: Metaphorical resonances of suicide. I'm sorry.)
Silly dreamer with the stars above his head.
Silly dreamer who cowers from others with dread.
Silly dreamer who focuses too little,
And cries too much.
Silly dreamer who hung the moon.
Who strung the lace and tied the noose.
Who knocked over the chair and left it to fall.
Silly dreamer who hangs with the moon.
Who felt too little,
And knew too much.
Who healed many with just a touch.
As the colours fade and the silly dreamer falls asleep.
The stars become his blanket...
And this is his dream.
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This is probably my second favorite thing I've written as I am a giant LOSER for metaphors.
Ah the fault in our stars.
But anyways I hope you enjoyed, thanks for staying sassy! <3<3<3
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