In my dream I visit her everyday
She is the closest to my heart than in reality
She is my all as I am nothing to her
For I throw a tear for her once but she chuckles over my laments for her
Should I wait soon for her mind to change or have a mind change to have another
Hey tomorrow is Hope coming my way or least I go hunt for new luck
My heart is slain with a focused mind
I can never have it all though I have myself
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 4:23 PM UTC
In my dream I visit her everyday
She is the closest to my heart than in reality
She is my all as I am nothing to her
For I throw a tear for her once but she chuckles over my laments for her
Should I wait soon for her mind to change or have a mind change to have another
Hey tomorrow is Hope coming my way or least I go hunt for new luck
My heart is slain with a focused mind
I can never have it all though I have myself
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