I once made love with you in my dream
A dream conjured by my sorrow
My sorrow expelled from yesterday
Yesterday—a mirage of tomorrow
Tomorrow that I don’t want to come
But come what may for I’m already tired
Tired from all the ******* I’ve never done to you
You
When will you know how much my hopes have undressed you?
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 6:43 AM UTC
I once made love with you in my dream
A dream conjured by my sorrow
My sorrow expelled from yesterday
Yesterday—a mirage of tomorrow
Tomorrow that I don’t want to come
But come what may for I’m already tired
Tired from all the ******* I’ve never done to you
You
When will you know how much my hopes have undressed you?
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