You keep showing up in my dreams. Your face is blurry but I know
its you. And each time you appear, I cling to you and say something
along the lines of "I'm so sorry" or "I've
missed you so much". And you're either surprised or angry
with me. And you have every right to. I left you before we could
really see if our feelings were more than just platonic. But
we're both at fault right? Always going back and forth, the
classic "Will they, Won't they". Maybe that's why
you still haunt my dreams, my feelings for you still lingering in
my mind.
Dreamland
I want to go to the place
Where I can escape
my failures and mistakes
I want to go to the place
Where I can leave all
the hate behind and
find joy and happiness instead
I want to go to the place
Where I can be free
And be whatever I want
I want to go to my
Dreamland
I want to go to the place
Where I can escape
my failures and mistakes
I want to go to the place
Where I can leave all
the hate behind and
find joy and happiness instead
I want to go to the place
Where I can be free
And be whatever I want
I want to go to my
Dreamland
some
THInGs
you see with your
eyes,
OTHERS YOU SEE WITH YOUR HEART.
OTHERS YOU SEE WITH YOUR HEART.
“
Dreaming
of you
is like listening to the song
inside of a seashell,
you can’t see the waves
or smell the salt,
but its call can make you feel
like you’re right there by the ocean.
I know you’re not really here,
but when you miss a thing this badly,
even the illusion is enough.
—b.t., SEA SHELL SONGS.
is like listening to the song
inside of a seashell,
you can’t see the waves
or smell the salt,
but its call can make you feel
like you’re right there by the ocean.
I know you’re not really here,
but when you miss a thing this badly,
even the illusion is enough.
—b.t., SEA SHELL SONGS.
Well, maybe it started that way. As a dream, but doesn't everything? Those buildings. These lights. This whole city. Somebody had to dream about it first. And maybe that is what I did. I dreamed about coming here, but then I did it.
I wish fairy tales were
real. To tell you all your life that dreams come true, to tell us
to follow our ♥, just to mature and see that the magic,
isn’t as real. To see the real world and not a fantasy. I
wish it was all true, that there was happy endings for all of us. I
miss seeing the world as a happy
place.
