There is a place
It is heaven and it is hell
The place inside my head
Where no one can reach me there
I can imagine butterflies
I can imagine dragons
I can see me as the princess of Albion
Or see me fed to the Lions
With books, in my head I imagine
A world with fairies and armors
Garden with daisies and arbors
With pain, in my head I imagine
A world with cries and tears
Rivers of lies and fears
If I find myself sliding into my head
With a frown on my face, and a heart that aches
Do pull me back
As the dangerous den to be
Is a place, called my head
Khayrsouf|Aplacecalledmyhead
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 10:17 AM UTC
There is a place
It is heaven and it is hell
The place inside my head
Where no one can reach me there
I can imagine butterflies
I can imagine dragons
I can see me as the princess of Albion
Or see me fed to the Lions
With books, in my head I imagine
A world with fairies and armors
Garden with daisies and arbors
With pain, in my head I imagine
A world with cries and tears
Rivers of lies and fears
If I find myself sliding into my head
With a frown on my face, and a heart that aches
Do pull me back
As the dangerous den to be
Is a place, called my head
Khayrsouf|Aplacecalledmyhead