Bad Dreams
I had the same bad dream last night.
It always wakes me screaming with fright.
I see myself falling, yet I never die.
Because your my parachute and your love makes me fly.
Skimming over the clouds, the moon in the sky.
But you're the only thing that catches my eye.
My skin tingles with your touch.
Is it wrong to love you this much.
Love is the glue that holds us up here.
If you ever leave, for my life, I fear.
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