𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍
ሠaking up to the sunlight as it tickled my nose,
Hearing the waves of the river which constantly flows.
Dressing up looking in the mirror with a wide smile,
Knowing all this is just gonna last for a while.
Can't these Dreams come true?
Can't I wake up to a serene empty home,
Where I could dance and roam,
Sing all those imaginary songs knowing that I'm alone,
Designing a room which I could call my own.
Can't these Dreams come true?
In which I could Paint and write,
Exercise and fight,
Sit alone watching the sky at night,
Cause the fire I set in myself to ignite,
Drifting back to sleep hugging my favourite pillow so tight,
Knowing I have to wake up and face the harsh reality,
Fulfil the regular formality,
Compress my abnormality,
Cope up with the world's brutality.
Can't those Dreams come true?
From which I could never come back after diving into.
𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔
YOU ARE READING
ME AND THE MOON| ✔︎
Poetry☾︎Fᴏʀ, I take proud in the fact that the only ones awake in the catastrophic night revealing their disguise through ink of the ever witnessing pen, us _ME AND THE MOON_☽︎ Fᴏʀ, Us are still in debt of the sun who burden us with light❥︎ ˢᵒ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ...
