Dream catcher, catch my dreams, and make them disappear.
Rap your twin around the guwls and tie back all my fears.
I lay my head to rest at night, knowing you'll do your job.
For as long as damons haunt my sleep, you'll hang there taunt and drawn.
So dream catcher, dream catcher, catch my dreams. So I can wake up in the morn. My nastiest fear is waking up with you being torn.
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Poetry For The Dreamers With Clouded Minds And Shaky Hands
PoetryPoetry, I don't know why but, sometimes it's nice to describe things in detail like crushes, or mirrors, or foggy days. So if you wanna read my crazy thoughts about the grand world of STUFF we live in. Read on.🐾
