She Was A Dreamer, In Night And Day.

She was a dreamer, in night and day.

Imagining and daydreaming once the sun would rise and play.

And when the day was done she would close her eyes and bid her real world goodbye for the day.

Dreams so vivid she could swear it was real, because of all she could feel.

She could do anything she wished, like fly in the air without any cares.

Forming relationships between the characters and residents of her mind.

Though when it came her time to wake she couldn’t say goodbye, for it was too late.

She’d remember these dreams all too well, and as she wished for it to be real her eyes would start to well up with tears.

It was a vicious cycle of missing those who weren’t real.

She dreamed and dreamed.

And I have a secret.

That girl is me.

is she pretty or does she just make cool earrings

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Queer/ an LGBTQ+ ally

A feminist

A supporter of the BLM movement

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i will never be a morning person, for the moon and i are much too in love