Sunday, November 16, 2008

It Was A Dream Possibly

At 19 you're not suppose to find something real

You were the first to make me feel

My heart I was willing to give to you

I was definitely in fear of you

Maybe we met to soon

Now I feel like a buffoon

Standing alone waiting for you

It's funny cause you are true

You like me for me

In return I like you for you

We have this passion that's not contains

But more than lust remains

At 19 we have our lives apart

Hope to one day to have a restart

Maybe I imagined it all for the start

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