Little Dreamer
twisted sheets,
im lost in the night,
i fall into darkness,
shimering with lost light,
its all about dancing,
with shadows giving chase,
wearing rags and blood,
while here i wear lace,
i am who i want,
to see in the day,
if only this dreamer,
could keep it that way.
dreams contest
wednesday, may, 8, 2013
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2013
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