my world,
the only world i can escape from,
from reality,
must sleep,
to open the door to my world,
once asleep my world blooms up like a rose,
from bud to a beautiful flower,
finally away from sorrow,
depression,
despair,
let downs,
broken promises,
broken hearts,
my broken spirit,
my inner most thoughts come out,
my inner most secrets come out,
the place where no one judges me for anything,
cuz their judgment isn't allowed,
this is my world,
only my world,
there is nothing that you can change that,
so dont wast your time
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A wonderful world of dreams, a refuge from distressed world of reality. Sleep is half death but a dream can be a full awakening. Beautiful poem, Shannon. Deserves 10. Best Wishes Naseer