Live In Dreams
Your head next to mine
your hand held tight
I see you like that
almost every night
The morning comes
and I'm alone
in my wonderful
but empty home
I see your face
so close to mine
it's getting harder
to draw the line
Fantasy and dreams
draw me in deep
it's only reality
that makes me weep
Copyright © Helen Roberts | Year Posted 2021
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