fin

feeling's soars it has torns flower blooms so does me, in my room you were once my daydream, my safeplace, my nightmare, and my fear. right now, what you hear this, is not a dream but I have my own nightmares I needed to fight it I chose to fight it I, me, must be heal, restore not yet maybe next time maybe not maybe not this time let's (I) not fall in love