Why do you come to me in my dreams?
Why do you find me there, hold me and love me when you refuse to show even a small amount of that some love and kindness?
Why do you come to me there and tell me you love me?
Why do you come to me there and tell me it will all get better?
Why do you come to me there and apologize?
Why are you more in my dreams than you are in real life?
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Notes from the Mind
PoetryI often have many thoughts on my mind, so, here are most of them trickled down into perceivable words. And maybe you can find yourself in them too.
