Can I be what you dream about?
I want to be the words stuck on your lips.
I want to be on your mind right before you fall asleep
So that you dream about me
Cold hands gripping your warm face.
Begging you not to let go of me
Don’t let go
I want to be what you think about,
When your mind wanders.
I want to be the pain in your chest,
The longing, to see me
To hug me
To pull me away from this hell
To find our own solstice.
Can I be the one on your mind?
Cause you’re forever on mine.
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ØVERTHINKING
PoesíaØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
