On a bed of flowers, I lay,
dreaming about a life
I so crave.
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Forsaking My End
PoetryWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
Dream
On a bed of flowers, I lay,
dreaming about a life
I so crave.
