But he was never hers to love //
So she was by herself //
And even though //
She met somebody else //
As she fell asleep //
It would seem //
That she could hear him singing //
In her dreams.
For the girl who knows me better than myself, thank you for your poem, and now this title. I love you, thank you for everything.
((author of this poem : instagram : im.falling.down))
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