Dream
Your always in my head,
while dreaming these fantasies.
I'm bound to be forgotten
But I'll treasure ye with my blinded eye.
It banged and you don't remembered
I'm like an air that hast blowed away,
this things will be in the deepest part of my broken heart.
YOU ARE READING
The Silent Whisper
PoesiePoems from my dearest heart, mind and soul and my hands of fire.
