Walking alone was something that I’d been used to,
Little did I know,
That I would come across you,
And your glow.
You creeped into my mind,
I could feel your presence growing,
I was becoming blind,
My imagination was overflowing.
I craved to feel your breath on my skin,
And intertwine our fingers,
Seeing you grin,
Disappeared everything that once lingered.
I’d never been a schemer,
And that might have been just a dream,
But I’d always been an excellent dreamer,
Not knowing things might not appear as what they seem.
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
Walking alone was something that I’d been used to,
Little did I know,
That I would come across you,
And your glow.
You creeped into my mind,
I could feel your presence growing,
I was becoming blind,
My imagination was overflowing.
I craved to feel your breath on my skin,
And intertwine our fingers,
Seeing you grin,
Disappeared everything that once lingered.
I’d never been a schemer,
And that might have been just a dream,
But I’d always been an excellent dreamer,
Not knowing things might not appear as what they seem.
