Dec 2016
I imagine a world with magical things.
I imagine flying away to it on my fairy wings.
In it, the sun never goes away.
The night never comes to play.
It's just me and you in my imaginary place.
Nothing but each other to make our hearts race.
I imagine flying away to it on my fairy wings.
In it, the sun never goes away.
The night never comes to play.
It's just me and you in my imaginary place.
Nothing but each other to make our hearts race.
Just a sweet little somewhat-happy poem to contrast some of my recent ones. :-)
