Thursday 5 July 2007 photo 1/2
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It's hard to know exactly when my dreams got weird I tense up and get antsy when you're near But nightly you appear to me ghostly in my head but I never can remember what you said It must be something reassuring something sweet and kind something you would never say in real life Where does it go in the morning It slipped out of my hand Eating breakfast with my other thoughts away from wakeful lands Where is the you I created the you that I adore? When my eyes are open I don't see you anymore
Annons