Last night you were in my dream
I remember how real your smile had seemed
Knowing it wasn't real broke me again
It was a dream washed away like sand
Now I'm lonely and aching
Shaking and hoping
That my dream would come true
And that I'd finally see you
Smiling at me like you did last night
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"IT'S POEHTIHC" Said the nut, who's one of the authors of this book. "...YOU BAKA, FOINE" Was what the potato, the other author, replied as she laughed and wondered what's wrong with them. This book is a compilation of poems made by two weird author...
