these walls
look familiar
with song lyrics
and memories
etched into the paint
that surrounds me now.
"welcome back."
the floorboards say, smiling at me.
"it's different this time."
I tell them, and they smile even wider.
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...
