If I only got to know all of you
If I had the chance to write it again If I could find you
The whole you
Maybe then I wouldn't have to say my sadness
In dreams we play like we always have
You and I just two kids in a world that's a playground
Our souls breath in with the world while we run
We run under the street lights in the middle of the night
Playing jumping jacks and kicking balls
We dance in the streets singing in the rain
Skipping rope and swinging higher than the sky
Here we are just two souls lost in the dreams made while the world sleeps
When I wake up to the idea of you
Your face tells the truth
Then the day begins and I Am reminded how I wish I knew all of you
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Alisha Kujawski
Musical creator writing to the art in my head.
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Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English6 days ago in Fiction
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