Sometimes I think of you
not as you really are
but as my dream of you
to me that is the true you
Never-ending reflexions
point it out to me
you're not what I dreamt
not my dream of you
Sometimes I miss you
when that happens, as it does
then I stand in front of a mirror
looking into my own eyes
No, you're not there anymore
no reappearance anywhere
you're gone as I said you should
however, at that point, I miss you
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-09-19 19:22:48
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