C.G. A dream, That's how this started really. In my heart, it created this ream And I think I feel a bit silly. I don't normally rhyme, But it isn't a crime... Not yet. This dream in my heart Tells me what I can't get Even though it was of a new start Time slows, My feelings fall into the ether flows. Your sparkling eyes still haunt My once pleasant thoughts. It's as if you live to flaunt, Knowing what I felt was more than the hots. You bastard boy, I feel like a toy. Searing tears Burning desire Living fears My hearts a liar.
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