I dream of a place that doesn't exist
I dream of a place that feels like this
I dream I dream I dream
I see a place that makes you feel comfortable
I see a place
No need to pack we are on our way
Here is a place we just cannot stay
We need to go it just ain't right here
We ride or die as the clouds might clear
Let's go to the house of balloons
Just me and you
I can't wait to show you the things we do
Where you can be you
Don't look at them
Where we're going you won't ever need to look again
We want Paradise not married life
Life is hard coz they make it so
This is why I just have to go
We can all hold hands if we felt too
- Author: michaelC137 ( Offline)
- Published: February 24th, 2018 13:32
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 13
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