This life is but a dream

I met you in my dream last night, I felt your skin, I swear

I looked into your eyes with fingers tangled through your hair

But with eyes closed the thoughts are never bright enough to keep

So I'll just live each day waiting to go right back to sleep

This poem is about: 
Me

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