Dressed in black as I make my way to you.
Stars covering the night sky as I danced in your eyes.
Trembling underneath your touch I wonder if you even notice.
Demons in your mind that I cannot reach.
The pages of your past I cannot erase.
Wishing I could write my own.
Clouds of unwanted thoughts cover the stars in your eyes.
Rest in peace the thought of you.
As I want all that is not mine.
YOU ARE READING
Dreamland
PoetryDreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality
