I dream of a perfect world,
Where me and you can be alone,
Maybe I can love you more,
And who cares about the pain and deadly cold,
Maybe we are better off alone,
Lovely dreams and warm hugs,
That's the future I want for both of us..
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Shrooms Grew Out Of Your Words
PoetryShort Written Portions Of A Wonderfully Hurt Mind. Words and thoughts of a 16 year old boy, who's feelings change as each poem is written.
