are spent dreaming about Mr. Anonymous;
Faux replaces where
reality once dwelled as I pray,
Livinginfantasy wrote:Faux replaces where
reality once dwelled as I pray,
that one day, my time will come.
The nights when I’m supposed to be sleeping,
are spent dreaming about Mr. Anonymous;
that when we meet, the world will hooray.
But sadly, that’s all my dreams will ever be.
Fantasy.