All the sparkling dust says goodbye.
You were kissing me just a moment ago.
At least, in my dreams it was so.
But i blinked that dream dust out of my eyes.
And there you went.
Floating along, ever so sparkly
I am a dreamer.
As unhealthy as it is.
I am a schemer.
And wish to no longer be a "miss"
I cannot dream
I cannot scheme
I CANT EVEN WRITE POETRY DECENTLY.
Gosh danggit boy!
Get outta my head
Get outta my heart!
Aduhlah.
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