Mystic Sparkles, bubble blue.
A hidden world for me and you.
Laughter spreading, life of smiles;
each simple task is worth the while.
Hiding beneath, a sea of green;
Is the most magical thing you’ve ever seen.
Octopus’s garden, right next door.
Your heart has sunk, but known love all the more.
A hand to hold, in your own it seems,
This place was made for fulfilling dreams.
Mystic sparkles, bubble blue.
A hidden world for me and you.
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The Ghosts of my past.
PoetryLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.