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.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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