Dreams – a poem.

A small poem for an afternoon coffee.

They all just wanted to be there,
behind the screens, in the perfect film.
What could it be if all the romance,
all the songs and all the crazy screams,
it was all just her and him.

But it’s all just dreams,
and dreams are just thoughts
playing in the theatre of a mind.
So, he said: nevermind.

Thank you for reading and hope you all are having a great week so far! See you soon.

Author: againorway

student, Norway-lover, artist, dreamer, book worm

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