Musical creator writing to the art in my head.
I had a dream once when I was wide awake Playing in the morning mist Watching all the demons stir to life becoming relentlessly hateful
By Alisha Kujawski5 years ago in Poets
If I had to leave behind all of my scars I would I know they don't matter much anymore If my hands never came clean I wouldn't worry like I thought I would
If I only got to know all of you If I had the chance to write it again If I could find you The whole you Maybe then I wouldn't have to say my sadness