These dreams we create,
So warm, loving, together,
All things we both need.
These dreams we create,
Not real life where we both live,
Our time here will end.
These dreams we create,
Never letting our eyes meet,
I want to see you.
These dreams we create,
Never allow skin to touch,
I yearn to feel you.
These dreams we create,
Both creating differently,
These dreams are our lies.
These dreams we create,
For your own good, understand:
My dream is over.
This dream I create,
Where I'll remember you too;
The blue girl I knew.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
These dreams we create,
So warm, loving, together,
All things we both need.
These dreams we create,
Not real life where we both live,
Our time here will end.
These dreams we create,
Never letting our eyes meet,
I want to see you.
These dreams we create,
Never allow skin to touch,
I yearn to feel you.
These dreams we create,
Both creating differently,
These dreams are our lies.
These dreams we create,
For your own good, understand:
My dream is over.
This dream I create,
Where I'll remember you too;
The blue girl I knew.
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