The day's themes in twisted dreams
Where reality can't come find me
A sunrise in my darkest hour
All that is, was, or will be
A place to sink my sunken dreams
Or mend them if I will
Anything my heart desires
This place of peace can fulfill
My coldest summer day
My warmest winter night
The brightest of my darkest days
The darkest of my bright
A love that never happened
Or one that someday could
My place to hold the things I want
And say the things I should
What's so lucid while I'm sleeping
Becomes surreal when I awake
The blurry morning sun that rises
My subconscious it shall take
This decided world remains
My sleepy thoughts drift on
Oh, how I hate the morning
And this thief that I call dawn
My day controls my night
And decides my twisted dreams
So, do the dreams I have control my day
Or is that just how it seems?
About the Creator
Lisa marple
Anyo
I am depth. I am emotion & thought. I am nuance and idiosyncrasies inside of, or rather comprised of, an unimaginably huge number of atoms. I'm the same thing that you are, only arranged differently.
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