I dreamed this life
When I was five years old.
When I was five years old.
I took the stories,
Spun them into gold.
Spun them into gold.
I walked the paths
That others paved.
That others paved.
I discarded the trash
That others saved.
That others saved.
I sang the songs,
So out of tune.
So out of tune.
I danced the stars,
And ate the moon.
And ate the moon.
I fell asleep,
And began to dream
And began to dream
That nothing ever
Was what it seemed.
Was what it seemed.
♡This was the very first poem you shared with me.
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