My dream life powered by windmills.
Not dictated by fact, but by feels.
Pretending I'm a princess, I hope I never wake up because to learn otherwise would kill.
Lost in this world, what is reality, only my ballgown feels real.
Keep my place in the dreamhouse, with my prince/ princess sealing it with a kiss.
This world is a mindset or mindstate come along and join me- it's never too late.
Is this really my fate, living in fake world ?
I've got my cake, and I wanna eat it too.
Reality is always blurred by a counterfeit lieu.
Only of my castle, do I have a good view
Maybe I'm in a movie today
ACTION!
That's my cue
Till the day I die, my dreams will remain true.
YOU ARE READING
Is it dark enough yet ?
PoetryMy life put into poems. The description won't really do it any justice so come along for the journey and read !!