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Jul 2013
You’ve only ever came to me in my dreams
I’ve created who you are through my imagination
You’re perfect in my eyes;
A loving creation

But when one steps into reality,
They’ll notice you’re on the other side
You’ll never cross over;
You’re a slave to your pride

You won’t let your status fumble
Embrace the popularity, leadership; it all
Disregard the other side
And let the bridge between them fall

After all this time I’d spent gaining courage to cross
Or waiting for you to meet me half way
My chances are slowly fading
With the light of each new day

And so I’ll stay and wait and watch over you
Heavy hearted and hurt inside
Desparate that someday soon you’ll come and build up the bridge
And coexist with the other side
this is actually published holla
Laura
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Laura  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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