Could it be that I once saw you
In a dream as old as time
And could it be the arms holding you
Were really mine the whole time?
Could you have been my one and only
The reason I wokeeach new day
The one thing I always needed
The one for when I use to play?
Could it be that I had found you
After looking my entire life
Could it be that I had promised
That one day I'd be your wife?
Could it be that I still love you
And once again I'll find
That you're not just a memory
Only to be viewed in my mind?
Could it be, oh Lord I pray,
Just one thing I ask of you
If you're out there waiting
You'll try to find me too?
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The Woebegone's Deepest Thoughts
PoetryAll we can do is to write what we feel, what we experience in life and what dramas we've been through in our lives. A collection of book consisting of poems and short stories dedicated to the people who can relate theirselves about it. Some are real...
