he had band-aids on his knees
he had stars in his eyes
he had adventure ruffling his hair
and he had life glowing from inside his heart
the sun whispered about his beauty
the moon laughed at his confidence
the clouds blinked their lethargic eyes
and the grass waved hello
but he was blissfully plunged in his own world
ignorant of the darkness swirling around him
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
