It's like every dream I have is tainted with you
You and your smile
I wake up sweating
Is it good or bad
Do I miss you or is my mind just wandering to what could've been
You look right past her
Like she isn't even there
That's the great thing about dreams
Anything can happen, even the impossible
I wonder if you're dreaming of me as well
Is that why you appeared to me?
Dressed in white, looking like a fucking angel
I could feel my own excitement
Seeing you in only a dream can do that to me still
Maybe it would be better to not dream at all
Then I would never have to face you
Even though that face got me through the night
I'd rather be restless
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The Poems Of A Young Suicidal Girl
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