Poetry · Writing

She’s the One

trapped in my head, she has the key

what i’d do, to be free from me

feels like a dream- a hidden scheme

but back to you, baby, a center piece

follow me, through hall after hallway doors

honestly, feel like i’ve been here before

probably, see you again in my dreams

an ever-everything-bring me tranquility

ability to let me breathe-free from these diamond nights

sight for sore eyes, sunrise

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