I still dream of you late at night.
I dream of your silky black hair and your big brown eyes and for the night all seems right.
I wake up only to not find you there. It's not fair.
I miss you and we both know I still love you.
I often wonder where we went wrong
I Still listen to all of our songs. I listen to every second.
Every second, every tear that falls is just happy filler to that fills my day that's all.
If I had a time machine I'd travel back and try my hardest to make it all right,
but for now I will settle for you in my dreams even if it's just for the night.
~D.P. Shoemaker
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
I still dream of you late at night.
I dream of your silky black hair and your big brown eyes and for the night all seems right.
I wake up only to not find you there. It's not fair.
I miss you and we both know I still love you.
I often wonder where we went wrong
I Still listen to all of our songs. I listen to every second.
Every second, every tear that falls is just happy filler to that fills my day that's all.
If I had a time machine I'd travel back and try my hardest to make it all right,
but for now I will settle for you in my dreams even if it's just for the night.
~D.P. Shoemaker
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