Reveries 🤍
- LECTURES 116
- Votes 14
- Chapitres 8
En cours d'écriture10m
Dernière publication sam., févr. 17, 2024
Just close your eyes
Give me your hand
I'll take you to a world I made
I'll make you the hero
And you will be happy
Venomously happy
Nothing would dare to make you sad
With me being on your side
Nothing would make you cry
When I hold the strings to your heart
I am contagious and nefarious
You better have a tight hold on yourself
For who knows
I become the dictator you never wanted to meet
Just close your eyes and let me hold your hand
A short lived euphoria is not that bad actually. Yeah, it indeed is impossible to make others understand our point. But they don't know the fun of feeling lost yet found at the same time. They know nothing about the talks you did with yourself under the pillow.
Reveries, they will knock on your door and take you to a world where imagination lives. And you will live the time of your life. A little bit lost and found at the same time...
Enjoy!
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