He lives where I can’t stay
In a reality that is only my imagination
My mind is awake behind sleeping eyes
And I float above the world I call home
I question this nonexistent conscience
As I subconsciously believe everything
For I am in a world only I can fall into
As I fall into a world where my mindset is my dream
It’s a better place than home
A mental break from the physical world
Where my sleeping eyes lie
And open eyes spy
I see him and I am reminded
Of what stays and what goes
It’s the mind versus the heart
Is it here that love grows?
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Words - Personal Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry that I've written that's very personal, but after seeing other people's works I decided to share some of mine.
