Dreaming of the day
When I could be me
And you could be you.
I'd love myself
And be happy too.
My wrists would be clear
And so would my mind.
You would start eating
As you used too,
And maybe your under eyes
Wouldn't be so blue.
But until that day comes
When we're hand in hand
I'll be dreaming of a place
Called Neverland.
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Dark Poems
PoetryWell these are all my poems. I hope you like them. If you have any suggestions I'm open haha. Well yea.
