The day I met you
The day I felt something
The nights I've spent
Wondering bout you
That day
The flowers
Were shining like stars
My heart was beating
Like a thousand drums
Smiling and dreaming
Swinging in the woods
Changing the feelings
And painting me with moods
But I was just a girl
Screaming to be heard
Curious 'bout the lives
Hiding behind the lights
Curious 'bout the time
Disappearing in the dark
The day I met you
The day I lost me
The day I got scared
When I heard my own scream
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Withering Dreams
Poetry"But who's the tangled one in the bubble? " -Not just me, we're all confined by the walls we build ourselves. And those who suddenly find their elves in another world... maybe an unknown world Everybody who they feel something vague And every elf...
