Choices
I choose to sleep more,
For in my dreams,
You're listening to me.
For in my dreams,
You're looking at me
For in my dreams,
You're holding me tight.
I choose to sleep more,
For in reality,
I'm just a hopeless dreamer,
Who cry everytime I realize that anything I knew about you
Was all made up by my recluse mind
words and art by yours trully
art: inspired by a creative photograph, photographer unknown