in my dream, my eyes opened to you, standing there, asking to pull up a chair and talk about everything
one time...everything meant nothing of I didn't need you.
and I could feel all of it coming back, then I woke
and I've never been so thankful that it was a dream
XVIII
in my dream, my eyes opened to you, standing there, asking to pull up a chair and talk about everything
one time...everything meant nothing of I didn't need you.
and I could feel all of it coming back, then I woke
and I've never been so thankful that it was a dream