I see these things right before my eyes
Surreal, but they don’t speak lies
Everything’s pure and good
I feel like what I should
I can touch and feel
so, to me, it’s real
If peace only come to deceased
how do I see what’s neat
I don’t fly
but I feel high
If I’m dwelling here
what’s of my previous fear
In silence I hear words
I listen closely, so they’re heard
They say don’t open the door
don’t wake up anymore


About nefie
I write to get these thoughts and stories out in the world. You can to, write your lines and comment ;)

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