My Universe And Hers

iv never been a dreamer that could dream upon a mind
toiled just to foil all the plans i left behind
where a picture paints a picture on a sea
of endless sea
hearing every whisper but the whisper is a scream
where in innocents is beauty in an age that never grows
and iv held satisfaction to an end youll never know
but if everything was simple would rhetoric seize to be
beauty everlasting in a place that she would keep
where we dwell in all illusion so confusion bends an stretch
holding on contagious for a minute that we rest
and im studying the outline of what universe u wait
holding on to dreaming for a fear that i will wake
ellision13 ellision13
22-25, M
Jan 10, 2013