About

So I had this dream
And it made me cry
Because when I looked up
I saw you die

It wasn't what I wanted
It wasn't my desire
But now i'm laying low
While my soul is on fire

Burning with passion
Burning with pain
Falling out
With all of this rain

It's a matter of moments
It's a matter of days
Its all of your sayings
And All of your ways

Those lips are gone
The smiles didn't last
But I refuse to believe
It's a part of my past

I love writing poetry. I love writing. People make me happy and I want to make the world into something it's never been. I have a dream, but i'm not telling you. I live in a world where no one else can save me. I live where you can only see half of me.
Dream of that nightingale... Escapist