In front of the sea, we're sitting silently.
Your lonely eyes sparks as the moon shines.
I whispered to your ear, “You are the daydream and I'm just a nightmare.”
YOU ARE READING
I'll whisper these on your dream, tonight.
Poetryproses and poems about someone that I felt home for months...but now I'm homeless. ps. I'm still learning, if you notice some grammatically incorrect you're free to correct me in a nice way, I'm willing to learn. :) status: completed
i think we are antonyms.
In front of the sea, we're sitting silently.
Your lonely eyes sparks as the moon shines.
I whispered to your ear, “You are the daydream and I'm just a nightmare.”
