But what if in the end it was all but a dream,
Just a fantasy we created, because we wanted it so bad.
Or what if it's real,
Really real.
I don't know what I fear most.
YOU ARE READING
When I lay here, at 3:54am
Poesía"I love to be awake at night, When no one else's awake, And it's quiet and there's peace. And I don't HAVE to, But I can, And I feel so free. It's beautiful at night, At night is where I want to be." ------
