At night I close my eyes
And the imagery of my mind flashes vivid stars into my vision
While open. . . .
These dreams are hidden
But when closed they can be made possible
Because when I awake they become written
As I close my eyes I begin to ponder
As my mind begins to wander
Studderly I become a loss of words
As my dreams of a perfect scenery ache to my heart
And blood starts bleeding me
Adrenaline rush
My body becomes warm to the touch
Words of pain and anger come to mind
But I still choose not to cuss
F-Asterisk
Because I am Ucked
Eyes open now
My dreams fade away
As my vision again becomes vivid
In front of me I see you
And these visions I see inside of your eyes?
Are just a glimpse of the past. . . . .
I lay them in ruins
As I give up what was once a love wrath
For you and I. .
Thank you for being the best I ever had
As I am sorry I wasn't good enough to pass.
