Last night I dreamt of him,
Tall,
Kind,
Strong,
With messy hair,
Like autumn leaves on a windy day,
I dreamt I was crying,
Then I felt it,
His warm hand on my back,
He brought me to his firm chest,
I began to melt like butter,
Then he kissed me,
I woke up,
Knowing he would never,
Actually care.
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Chemistry and Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poetry Its complete shite Ill put it on here anyway *poetic snaps* Each poem will show you what year I wrote them. As reference i was born in 2000.
