You're a sad soul
you're like me
let's run away
and be sad together
we can pretend
everything is perfect
just the way it is
we can smile because
its such a delicious idea-
so full of promise
but far from reality
though I wish it were true.
-my bad writing
YOU ARE READING
My Only Language is Words
Random"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose
