I dreamt of you, do you remember me? Those mornings when every morning I whispered good morning,
To someone far far away.
Dreams are only dreams, but they have so much meaning in the soul.
Everything I have, exept dreams and my heart,
Tell me to let go because it’s too late. I feel so many things, people, places, and it’s still you.
It’s still everything about you, even though you are not for me.
I am for you. Irony.
It’s okay, it’s fine,
Because every day you’re beautiful and still you, that’s all I ask.
In moments of weakness I may fall and say I need you and want you, but I know, I know you don’t have me in mind.
I wouldn’t ask you to change, I merely forgot about it,
The habits of something that walks between too many lines, is to forget the lines exist.
Somewhere beyond the barrier between us, I hope the birds are singing and the sky is blue.
Don’t work too hard, I do love you.
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