DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, dreaming is my official drug;}
some wound some abuse came to an ache a demand
things I wont suppose an understand
ought for them to ****
brought to me bruised with arms no one to fill
why does it make me mad
quickly to the rush if your eyes I hand
corner stances of broken promises landing to your palm
scratches I seem to beg my lips to kiss to calm
I hate to admit it but
I got it bad to that devilish sword
whispers of magic into my mind taste of words
cutting my limbs in crap
drowning my heavens in a trap
cause maybe then I dream
on the moment unpast unseen
think your feels would come to me
horror of a real I disbelieve
or not come to the sleeping nights I don't need
or not embrace the lots adore me in free
fly my stars to a miraculous scene
so resented so loved
yet so hard to redeem
-------ravenfeels