October 14, 2009
I love to hate you.
It makes my body drive.

I like to listen when you sleep and
sometimes cry.
When you lay in bed,
I watch and stare.

I cannot help but want you near.
My dreams are clouded with your care.

Only if you were real.
I’ll wait till tomorrow
So I can dream another dream.

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