I lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
I stared out the window The sun brazing my skin I was daydreaming Dreaming of him It was so vivid Felt so real Too real to be a dream but I was locked in Captured by his eyes Stuck in an illusion to my surprise Only to realise later on that it wasn't a dream but a vision of what was yet to come
