You were the king of my fantasy
Your queen was chosen
And you threw me in a dungeon
Took my dreams, my hopes away
Dreaming lucid is what I do best
YOU ARE READING
" A Burnt Diary ".
Poetry"When you don't know what to do, Look up the sky and ask why it's blue".
Dreaming lucid
You were the king of my fantasy
Your queen was chosen
And you threw me in a dungeon
Took my dreams, my hopes away
Dreaming lucid is what I do best
