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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