I wonder what
the teddy bears say
about me when I leave
the room
I wonder if the pencils
on my nightstand
are aware of all the mistakes
they've made
I wonder what
the drawings on my walls
whisper about
when the night falls
I wonder if the
fairy lights across my bookshelf
are listening to music
as they sway in rhythmic dances
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...
