What once was a Dream
Was real to you and me
But no one else knew
A fantasy Dream
But so real, it lived with us
Until the end happened
One day that Dream lives
Inside of you and someone
Without me by you
A dream that we kept
No longer ours together
Separate, but lived
What once was a Dream
Was real to you and me
But no one else knew
A lonely dream lived
Inside of me, not you
Only my dream, it was
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Poem Book
PoesiaThis is just a random collection of poems that I have written. Some are long, some are short, some are just random. There will be some that are happy, some are very depressing.
