Those eyes of yours
Give me the butterflies
From a different universe
They look at me as though
If everyone
And everything
Died
And I stood before you
After the destruction
You
Wouldn't give a damn
And hug me close enough
For me to feel that rush
Of relief
...
We're hand in hand
Chasing our own dreams
Searching for different stars
Yet
We're thousands of miles away
...
Yes
This is us
We're dreamers you see
Our imaginations can scare us
It's too vivid
Too loud
Too distracting
Sometimes it sucks us in
And when we return
We're exhausted
Out of smoke
Out of will
Out of it all
But it's okay
It's happened way more often than it should
...
Someday
Perhaps
These imaginaries and visions within us
Can come to life
We can see it play out
Watch our movies from our head
Awe in the wonders of how
Gifted we are
Because it's a beautiful thing to have
A beautiful mind
A messy, cluttered, colourful, bubbly, edgy, bendy
Mind
...
~love her more than her imaginations can handle, she'll hold you down for life
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Poetry-Poetry -Quotes -Scenarios -Imaginaries -A piece of my heart ( and limb ) -A key to my inner most disturbing thoughts -The passage to my sanctuary Still want to enter? Good luck, I'm currently undergoing a mission to finally understand the wilde...
