Meet me in dreams.
Where the skies are made of glitter,
And our hands are locked together.
Meet me in daydreams,
Where every one you see
disappears except for me.
Meet me out under the stars,
Where dreams come to life.
And where I can make you mine.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
