Dreamer
Silver scars dance like light on butterfly wings
Like a child’s lollipop-filled dreams
And we danced into the stars,
Bruises on our feet and smiles on our mingling lips
Don’t you wish it was something real?
Like a child’s lollipop-filled dreams
And we danced into the stars,
Bruises on our feet and smiles on our mingling lips
Don’t you wish it was something real?
♠ ♠ ♠
// sigh. I dream too much. This is sorta not my usual style of poems, but whatever.