“DON’T B L I N K”I dreamt of disappearinginto the woods with you,Where we will turn intofairytales
“DON’T B L I N K”I dreamt of disappearinginto the woods with you,Where we will turn intofairytales and ghost stories,That people can talk aboutfor so many centuries.But then I learned you’re goneand memories kept on coming back,And you— you never did.I became the shadowsthat dances with reality,And my words are tears too,So here comes the rain—Falling just beneath my skin.And maybe my dreamswere made of sand castle,Not knowing how close I wasinto the harsh waves of reality,That every single thing could bewashed away in a b l i n k.// bleedingsunflower -- source link