I'm uploading My Dreams for Tonight. When the Sun sets beyond the Sea. Come forth, My Pretty Woman. Wheresoever U may Be. When I step into Light, next Morning. I must feel your Warmth, on My Skin. My Soul must brim with Happiness. So there's a flutter in My Heart Within. Life at times, can be a Monstrous Devil. That may sail U on dying Streams. Feelings are the Fabric to Our Souls, I Fashion them out, with My Dreams. Emotions are just like Wild Fires. They have mystic powers to Destroy. Sometimes they have the power to rebuild. So U sleep, on a bed of Crimson Joy.
there's secrets, hidden beneath the corduroy a world of wonder where admission varies guest to guest, it's a game of guess at whether you're let in or you're like the rest, corduroy's the fashion though for sure they'll be others that hold you high up just to push you down under
In the fabric of time exists moonlit seas of happenstance and rose-scented memories sewed in with golden beads but it seems to me that life has found a way, to sew in worn-out frayed threads, that have lost their silky reflection
yet you, with your resilient skin found a way to make embroidered mosaics of colour out of the dissonance between good and bad
One day A time will come When you will have Everything What can be Touched Seen Smelled That all Once you wished for
Still Looking around You may crave for Something authentic That can Just be felt A reason to be What it's all about
Genre: Observational Theme: Life on small things || value of life Note: All the possession we hold may glit with euphoric comfort , remember all that glits have potential to cause blindness. And you know what blindness means or don't you? Humans are alike. Almost, alike.