As the morning light seeps in…
I fight to hold on to the darkness, the still air, the silence…
I fight to hold on to the elaborate dreams, the faraway lands, and the fairytale romances…
I fight to hold on, because when the morning light seeps in, all these wither away.
You see, when the morning light seeps in, reality seeps in.
the dreams, the faraway lands, and the fairytale romances, there only a dream.
Playing over like song placed on repeat.
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ReplyDeleteI loved that poem! it was good!
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