There's a aching feeling in me saying I should steal you in the middle of the night while the world sleeps peacefully and run far away to where no moon nor sun could catch us, I want to steal you away in the state of a everlasting dream.
And Every time I almost do, I fall back into my shell and remember I'm not a god and I can't make things happen like that. But you see that's the magic in it, you make me believe in the impossible state of living in a dream. Wouldn't it be such a beautiful thing to come true? And everlasting dream where nothing can touch or faze us, just love. Everlasting love In the form of a dream.
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teenage fools
PoetryI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
