dreaming the things or people, you desire most,
lingering through those moments of having and being with them,
oh! what a beautiful dream it is!
Some nights aren't as great as others,
encountering those deepest,
ugliest truth you hid for years!
woken up by horrid cries,
it lingers even as you start another day
As time tick-tocks you began to grow,
you have learned to cope up,
pleasurable, worst and beautiful dreams,
now, you are truly maturing!
And you ask yourself,
"Am I truly growing?"
"How do I know, I'm doing the right thing?"
and it keeps on ringing in your head like a bell,
triggered when you're alone.
Try listening to this:
Peter Bradley Adams - My Arms Were Always Around You
