*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*
a dream, something you were at first.
until, the dream became a reality.
feeling like some sort of fantasy.. everything i needed. except with a beating heart, a smile, beautiful green eyes, lips that tasted like coffee in the morning, a laugh that was almost calming, with a body that was sculpted perfectly in gods hands himself. you were something so close to perfect.
a dream.
until, the dream became a reality.
— something i made up in my mind.
*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*
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kalopsia
Poetry❝ 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙞 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩 ❞ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ ɪF ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ.
