Lately Ive been dreaming of a fairy tale.
A fairy tale where reality isn't hell.
These dreams..
Hurt like hell.
And I don't have the power to stop them.
Every night I dream.
Wish you were the journal I once
knew.
The one I could tell everything to.
But lines are different, boundaries are in
eyes view.
It's best if you dont know.
It's best if I dont let it show.
It's best if I let go.
But love...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem