What I have- the dreams that leave me waiting,
A second from this reality.
To be left so cold;
T o die without slipping from formality.
My sight away; yet so close,
A vision through the shadow- through a foggy mist.
Awaiting to rise,
Awaiting the final kiss.
The question of my being-
Is to wake me up inside.
The dance upon my heart-
To save me from my life.
The secrets my dreams carry-
Are wishing to fall-
For that's all our rain is anyway,
A love to enthrall.
Eh. I suppose it's okay.
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