You’re still mine
We hold hands
You’re right here
We exchange a glance
The conversation is long
The feelings are real
You never left me
Or you’re back
Looking for my heart to steal.
This would never happen when I’m awake
With my eyes open, I have only my daydreams
As those are unfolding
I know they are imaginary
Because I am conscious and not insane.
About the Creator
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