Mon, 01/25/2016 - 13:35 -- fthulin

When morning comes, i'll shield my eyes

The rising sun shines through the blinds

I roll over in attempt

To come back to the dreams i've left

Oh how wonderful would it be

To stay here in this mindless glee

Forever creating stories of new 

Stories painted in red and blue

So i'll close my eyes and try once more

To return to the slumber I adore



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