Dreams
is clear we live an unpredictable life
but its not wrong to dream the impossible
to believe in the existence of something unresolved
nothing is ever exact in this world
we swing from light to dark in search of the unknown
we allow our self to fall victim when it comes to love
yr words so sweet like a monday morning rain
u paint a picture that an artist only dream of
but yet yr action lack morality and passion
yr love is unreal
it exist in the presence of yr dream
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