they're in my hair
they're on my skin
they're within my words
they're behind my eyes
and they're inside my dreams
they've turned me into a starfish
and melted me into toothpaste
they won't let me go
but maybe i'm the one
holding on
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
