I can't bring your fantasies to life
I can't bring you joys
That any other woman can
You're heaven with locked up fire
Nicely cold water, relief, peace and comfort
I love you 'til lord would like
I hope for life to change in cold winds
What story am I living?
Pages of reality are inked in reason
And made of layers
Nothing will change my scenery
How can I believe in something I don't have faith in, father?
Your fingers intertwined with mine
Us in heaven
Fantasies that cannot be etched in my reality
Wrapped in colors and tied in blood
A magnum opus
Cannot be owned by a girl
That it can't be held by
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PoetryA collection of my poetries. Some of these would be romantic, others would be about friendship, trauma, childhood trauma, mental illness and more. A lot of the ones I'm gonna post here are already posted on my social media. Follow me on there to re...
