In the night your there inside my dreams.
A vision of a blurry face but I know exactly who it is.
That person holds me and comforts me.
We talk and laugh without a care in the word and no one will stop us.
No one except me because waking up is enviable.
And no matter what I dream you won't be there in the morning.
But you know...
Maybe if I stop chasing the dream..
☆~☆~☆~ ☆~☆~☆~ ☆~☆~☆~ ☆~
Feb. 24, 2016 I don't know what I was to put after that. I simply forgot. I guess I'll never know.
YOU ARE READING
For the people like me.
PuisiThese are words that are somewhat like poems. Most are sad and some are abstract. Other times it's just random questions or descriptions. I'll probably just put my feelings here, if I can call them that. It doesn't matter to me anymore who reads. En...
