It makes us who we are~
Those early days of hiding away
And Ten year old poetry
The stars knew my dreams
Because they were the only ones listening
Of copying Big Brother, who knew the night sky so well
Praying to God to tell of my Destiny, composed of a nightly "What is Your Will?"
And the constant melody in my ear
Forever etched into my young heart
Closing my eyes to see Paradise
'Cause I wanted to know what was out there
Even if I'd only seen it in movies, I knew it had to be real
Just like knowing you, with this love we have now Sealed
YOU ARE READING
Iᴺғᴾ Dᴬᖇᴸᴵᴺᴳ
PoesiaInside the messy and chaotic mind of an INFP (A nostalgic bundle of warm hugs and a heart full of hope) ~ poetry, written aesthetics, and vintage daydreams.~
