Pretty Linguistic Tower


Im a dream is where we meet. In a lost thought we are found. The government was dishonored. Our love was so respectful. We would never hurt each other. Until you heart took a jump. Without telling me. You got to go, you got to leave. You took a jump from that Pretty Linguistic Tower. Im alone. I wake up. It was a bad dream. You're still here. Laying next to me. Holding my hand. In a dream. My tower seemed far away. But closer to you. I am trapped. It is real. But can you feel my fear coming from the pretty linguistic tower?