Its a small dream
kisses and pancakes
laughs and kids on my shoulders
its a small dream
hands held on
dreary wet Sunday mornings
a dream,
so close
dying with each breath
a small token
a dear word
a dying breath...
a dream of
forever
of tomorrow,
of maybe
a future.
Nov 26, 2022
Nov 26, 2022 at 2:38 AM UTC
Its a small dream
kisses and pancakes
laughs and kids on my shoulders
its a small dream
hands held on
dreary wet Sunday mornings
a dream,
so close
dying with each breath
a small token
a dear word
a dying breath...
a dream of
forever
of tomorrow,
of maybe
a future.
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