You are what you are.
You seem so real.
If this is a dream.
You belong in the depths of my dreams where all my fantasies are
surreal.
But it'll never be what I'll feel.
As you walk melodies creak just as our blood runs deep.
Can you sing.
Can you say.
Your beauty is as powdered as the makeup you shear.
Don't you dare cry it'll ruin the makeup.
One day well wake up and notice you're so real.
So believe dear, your drop dead gorgeous.
My heart just fell in such a bloodshed.
Don't you say mirrors shatter.
Cause if they do it's from the paint you splatter.
So believe me when I say.
I'm a no tongue saint.
Everything I say is more real than what you stand on.
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The Meloncholy Diaries
PoetryThe Saints are misunderstood childhood friends who are seeing the world as what they want to be and through a sinners and a Christians point of view. They are all based on my creative saints. Still Ongoing though. List of the saints: Dreams Saint Ha...
