A World Where
The Usual Daydreams That Never Could...
The portal of my eyes transported me into another world,
a world that welcomed me with soft, strong arms and gentle words.
A world where everyone's opinions did not matter,
and the art of my heart could, everywhere, spatter.
A world where I could love whomever I desired,
and their love for me would never have expired.
A world where my home was made of plants and vines,
and all the roads went on forever, with no confines...
A world where I'd shower with a ceiling made of flowers,
and time would never worry with each of the passing hours.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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