I am a romanticist...
When I dream,
it's passionate
At the same time,
my thoughts are a touch of snow
in the cold night.
Alone, but kinder
when shown a home.
For I am not homeless,
I am that that lives and dreams,
and found their soul
in the depths of the tides
that floods the moonlight.
-Counting Sheep
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Fairy Dreams
PuisiIt all started with you... *All poems are created and owned by me. Should anyone use my material without permission, it can lead to severe legal disputes and potential infringement claims*
