of whispering winds
burning roses
and lightning struck butterflies
can't you feel
the way I speak of what isn't real
running circles in my head is a dream I'll never possess
of a liar dreaming she's a princess
falling stars and screaming silence
wondrous relief I won't dare to speak
let me dream, I tell my mind
but still
the roses burn
the lightning strikes
the princess lies
the stars fall
and my mind closes.
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eunoia
Poetrywelcome, lover of poetry, this is poetry i've written and decided to share.
