Kiss me on the rooftop
And maybe I'll be yours
Curtains are finally closing
I am finally done searching
When the rain falls I am not sad
When the sun kisses my skin I am not glad
At peace with who I am
Dreaming with you next to me
My mouth in a grin
At the sight of your eyes
The cracks are filling in
The scars are fading away
Wake up...
YOU ARE READING
Dreamland
PoetryDreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality
