I Dreamt of a Brightened Past
I dreamt of a brightened past
Where my love use to laugh,
Smiles and kind eyes
Never would I imagine that our happiness to die.
Living in fear of losing him
It never seems to dim,
Call me a coward
Call me a waste
But this love is more than anyone can imagine.
Copyright © Leigh Nickolyn | Year Posted 2011
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