Early mornings, lying next to you.
In the end I will awake, but only when I have to.
Could you find away to take me from this bizarre life of mine?
Even just dreaming with you for just a moment is fine.
When the world burns hot like hell,
I'll have my dream so I'll feel well.
I do not care if you're not real.
Only we can know the love we feel.
So when this world's forsaken,
and when I'm broken in the light,
even if all my happiness is mistaken,
my desperate heart will turn to white.
And once again we'll dream into the night.
As long as I keep you in my heart, then everything will be alright.
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sapriculous
PoetrySappy + Ridiculous = Sapriculous. This is sapriculous, adorkable, sometimes sad, nerdy, poetry.