Dreaming of My Fantasy

Butterflies flying

Colors blowing my mind

Green grass

Red roses

A sweet wind in my face..

But How can I hide my fears?

If its part of me...

How can I hide my mistakes?

If its my present..How can I forget my pain?

If my soul is broken..

How can I rest?

If I know that its just a dream..
These colors are not real

My butterflies are ravens

My flowers are tears

My pond is full of blood

And the wind in my face is cold like ice..
I know I dont belong here

Because I dream with nightmares

Because my roses are in my grave'

Cause The darkness is my light..

and I'm almost sure that its is not my world

Its just a fantasy

Charmedwishes...
Blessed be!