"You're such a dream to me." I hear playing in my headphones, I smile as I'm reminded of this thought going through my head last time you texted me.
I wish I had texted back saying "I need to tell you. I am in love with you. I always have been. Do you love me too?"
It would have been perfect timing as I was just joking about how you have always been beautiful and I have grown ugly with age. I laughed after I said this, but you didn't.
You replied saying "you are not ugly, don't ever think that."
I smiled. "At least she doesn't think I'm ugly" I thought as I chuckled.
-you are much more beautiful, darling.
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A Psychotic Tour Of My Madness.
PoetryThis is a tour of my psyche, my failures, my loves and my soul. These are my uncensored poetic thoughts.
