Dreams

I like to dream.

I like to dream of rose petal seas and the fact that I will believe…someday. Beautiful people with beautiful problems, poetry filled rivers making their way through mountains of silk. I like to dream of innocence as white as milk. I like to dream of being an angel sometimes, watching over my sister from time to time make her way through the world and succeed. I don’t want to be mortal because it is fatal, you see?

II want to hold the people I love. I’m here no more nightmares just be your protector up above.I like to dream of being at peace with myself. 

Of calming the stormy seas. My mind is being filled with bees and wasps and all kinds of insects infiltrating my head, making me wish I was dead.  

I dream of them turning to butterflies, reaching highs on the widths of my bed. 

I dream of silence and thunderstorms all at once.

I dream of not needing to perform romance.

I dream of having a perfect body, a perfect soul.

Being as beautiful as a poppy, playing the starring role.

I want a doll face, I want to walk with grace.

I want a honey voice and make my choice wisely, talk precisely.

I want a fairy mind and I want to be very kind to every stranger at the door, being nice won’t be a chore.

I dream of an angel heart, complex like ancient art, before my dreams break apart and you hear the raid alarm. 

I dream of watching the rain, no one to blame.

Because I won’t be the same. 

Most of all… I dream of me…and who I could be.