In my dreams, you come to me.
You read my poetry;
Say you love me;
Are enamored by my beauty.
But if I’m happy…
What will feed my poetry?
I think I love the idea
of love, more than it’s meant for me.
In my dreams, you come to me.
You read my poetry;
Say you love me;
Are enamored by my beauty.
But if I’m happy…
What will feed my poetry?
I think I love the idea
of love, more than it’s meant for me.