he sends me up to cloud 9
were everything is perfectly fine
puffy and a pure white
all dreams and fantasies shine bright
they all contain him as their subject
hes what makes them all perfect
i could live up here
from reality just disappear
lay down on cloud 9
as everything will continue to shine
smile from your state of mind
every though all being kind
stay up in the clouds
seeing your favorite dreams of him in crowds
YOU ARE READING
my poems
Puisithis will be a bunch of poems i write they are normally sad and kinda short
