Dreams
He looks at me as if I'm the only thing he sees'
the smile on his face looks as though it were made just for me'
the tone of his voice and the sound of his laugh almost like rich chocolate overflowing pulls at the strings in my heart carefully woven around a picture of his face'
my mind taking snapshots of every expression as if to play them at a later date' my soul being drawn in with every word as if it were a matter of life and death then it all disappears and reality comes crashing down only to remember that's what you are to me an oh so sweet dream a figment of imagination if only you were real life would be worth living.
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