she wore wildflowers in her hair ..
Tuesday, December 11, 2018
Poisoned Dreams
You’re the poison
That ensnares my senses,
That embodies my soul
And stuns my heart
Making my mind swirl into a cloud of my dreams that make no sense,
But then I see you
And you’re thee only thing that seems to make a meaning.
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