Last night I had a terrible dream
A nightmare in which you would die
We don't talk anymore but yet I got up with the burning desire to tell you :
"I don't want us to argue anymore, I don't want you to disappear either
I love you and I only want your good
I love you so much that I'm ready to love you from afar, as long as you exist."
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Eight Billion Thoughts For You
PoetryJust another very thoughtful girl. * Spreading thoughts since 1996 * (Not all -but almost all - poems are mine). All rights reserved.
