Sometimes I still talk to you in my dreams and I like to believe that you have the same dream at the same time and is then there to listen. And when you wake up you still remember all the things I said to you but you shake it off and think that it was just a dream of yours. I may never be yours and you may never be mine in the real world, but we can still laugh and hear each other's voices when we are asleep. You were my first love, my first real heartbreak, and in my dreams, I will always find my way back to you.
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PoetryThis collection of poems is about the journey through tough times, heartbreak, and the confusion that can occur when you try to find your own identity. Every poem is important to me in its own special way, and every poem has its own special meaning...
