Growing up makes the world look a little different.
That means your dreams change.
I used to dream of being an artist, living in a big city in a small apartment with a cute little dog. Nothing but me and my art desk full of art supplies.
But now:
Now I dream of you and me, in a big house with three bedrooms. One for us, one for him, and an extra maybe for another baby....
The walls are white, and yellow. A big living room so we can watch our babies grow up from the kitchen where we will cook meals together. And a big backyard with yellow twinkle lights, a perfect place for fires and roasting marshmallows in the autumn air.
I dream of you holding my hand not letting go.
I dream of stability, and comfort.
My dreams are not what they used to be and that's ok.
How have your dreams changed?
YOU ARE READING
2:00 A.M.
PoetryThe moons out, I have a pen in hand. I wish I were writing the stars down by name, but these are only thoughts. Thoughts I like to call poems. ⭐
