dreams, there just dreams. buts who's this boy? for weeks the same boy in my dreams. why is he only in my dreams? today was very busy & all I wanted to do was sleep, work and school are getting stressful, and sleep is my escape.
[ dream ]
i walked up, to the tent it was tiny, a tiny blue tent interesting, and there he sat, he's tattoos sat perfectly on his bicep & the way his curly hair covered half of his face, and how pink is lips are. He's so beautifully dangerous. breathtaking is you say.
"welcome love." in my dream he talk in talk but never to the point where we said our names, all we talked about was like had a lot of things in common. i love how he sat there and listen to me talk about school or work.
" wish this were reality" i played with his hair "how come love" he sat up " i don't want this just to be dream." i looked at him, his eyes were like stars you couldn't help but look.
"the come find me love" he whispered
[ end of dream ]
with a cold sweat, i woke up. looking around my room man was the amazing, i missed him already. he isn't just a dream. he's really there. i just need to find him.
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______________________ hopefully u enjoyed 🌿 lemme know if I should do a p.2? -v
