Last Night
My last dream was a dream about you.
When I close my eyes all I can see feel and hear is you
In this dream noeven the sun pating day could braketelog conversation or bodies share
We were two souls embedded into one
I was you... and you were me.
Not even anticipation could keep you away from me
In this dream I could hear the bird sing as "Nothing Really Matters" played in the background
My heart was more happier than my first trip to the amusement park
In this dream you loved me but dreams are just dreams
.. only if it was my reality
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