Daydreams
Ones most beloved times
A lie that can sometimes
Heal wounds for a little while
Perfectly painted pictures
In ones mind
Daydreams
Digs deeper and deeper
Into ones mind
Takes up their time
And takes away their space
Slowly but surely
Daydreams
A hidden place,a get away
Real life is a little too strange
Hope for something
That's already lost
Daydreams
A lover, a destroyer
At the same time
Reality seems a little too fake
A little too out of reach
Daydreams
You can't escape
You'll see meadows of flowers
But not the thorns they hide
You hurt youself
But it's too late
You are in too deep in
Daydreams.
A/n:I would LOVE to read some comments.Anything really. I'd appreciate it. And I hope you're doing well.
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