I dream
of sweeter skies,
of spotless lies,
of silent cries.
I dream
of darker days and clearer nights,
of shallow insides and deeper outsides.
I dream
with the perfect imperfection,
the rightest of sins,
the beauty of everlasting dreams...
I live
with the wrong being right,
with the pain feeling nice,
with the sun shining in my heart
and under my skin
this Darkness owning everything with its pride...
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
I dream
of sweeter skies,
of spotless lies,
of silent cries.
I dream
of darker days and clearer nights,
of shallow insides and deeper outsides.
I dream
with the perfect imperfection,
the rightest of sins,
the beauty of everlasting dreams...
I live
with the wrong being right,
with the pain feeling nice,
with the sun shining in my heart
and under my skin
this Darkness owning everything with its pride...
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