cool air on your skin
and music swimming through your veins
a sleepiness pressing you into soft pillows
and rose-covered bed sheets
sometimes
that's all you need
for a few minutes,
maybe hours,
of pure content and warm happiness
filling your heart
and making it swell
as your eyelid grow too heavy to hold
and sweet dreams envelope your mind.
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
