MY LAND
I live in a made up land, that nobody can see but me.
Beyond a door, to which I hold the key.
You may not enter and ruin my safe haven.
You may not step inside, nor peak, or even feel the breeze.
This is my land, no sorrow or pain, or regret is here.
This is why you of all people may not enter, My Dear.
YOU ARE READING
Unwanted Thoughts
PoetryThe idea was good. The dream; plausible. The over all experience... Lets just say, I am going to stick with it being a dream next time.
