i made a home out of you
inside the walls of your heart.
you held me together like cheap glue
when i thought i'd fall apart.
but my eyes are open now
and i've found it was all a dream
the walls in my heart crashed down
as i bursted at the seams.
were you dream or a nightmare?
i'm still unsure.
but honestly i don't care.
at least, not anymore.
- DJ
YOU ARE READING
Darkness's Descending
PoesíaI wrote some poems and I'll try to publish at least once a week :) Don't take them please, I will find you and take credit. Should I attempt to publish this as a whole book when there's like 80 poems in it?
