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Dream
I'm overcome with feelings
With emotions I've never felt before
Emotions I hadn't known existed
Emotions I had long resisted
Love was just a myth
A fairy tale
A bedtime story to help me sleep at night
But now our love has taken flight
My whole world has changed
He holds my hand
Hugs me tight
Tells me everything will be alright
He has a gentle heart
And kind eyes
These butterflies i cant control
Flitting around in my soul
His hazel eyes twinkle in the moonlight
His soft brown hair
Tinted with strands scarlets and golds
His heart has turned cold
Were fighting, screaming, yelling
Glass is smashing, crashing
He storms out and drives off into the night
This image of him fills me with fright
My eyes fill with tears
And I realize
All of my worst fears
Might have just appeared
He has gone, my heart is broken
I watch the world pass by
As i move in slow motion
In this nightmare, should i say goodbye?
To my surprise he has returned
As we sit by the sea
And he talks to me
I wonder if this is a dream
My heart is experiencing
A total eclipse
Is this real
Or am i still dreaming?
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