Dancing in my own Dreamland.
Not afriad to dream.
But too afriad to leave.
Smudging the page of life.
Not caring enough to erase it.
Feeling the already broken window shatter again.
Who has the patience to fix it?
Heartbreaking melodies sing me to sleep.
The absence of your presence haunts me in my dreams.
The sun taking too long to sleep.
The trees a bright pink.
The wind is music to their ears.
The last shimmer in the sky before darkness takes over.
Swallows me up before your lies seep into my skin forever.
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Dreamland
PoetryDreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality
