Raindrops | Poetry

daydream

in some other world, some other realm
maybe we could hold hands
and watch the sun melt into
the box of crayons my grandpa
got me when i was two.
maybe we could weave
stars on each other's scars
and write poems on how
broken yet beautiful we all are.
we could mend our ladders
and pluck our dreams
from the palms of the dead
and nourish them in ours,
bringing them back to life.
maybe in some universe,
we will be together forever,
where you'll bring me to 
your house and i could
build us a home,
where there won't be clocks choking us,
where we would be eternal and forever.
but we exist in this universe,
and we do not know the way.
maybe, till we find a map to it,
it'll just remain a daydream, darling...

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Author's note:
This poem was written long back and was lying lonely in my drafts. Edited it a bit. Although I don't quite like this poem, I just thought that this poem too deserves some love like my other poem. I know I sound insane, but you just gotta bear this, maybe. (":