Jessica Lindsey (02/29/1992)
Did I Dream?
Did I dream of you?
The thought of holding you seems so familiar,
Yet, Impossible with you
Twelve hundred miles far.
I will write you on paper
So I don't forget,
Add your name to the jar of others before
Whose ghosts still wander through my dream-door.
I am sure I will see you again, though-
When my wandering feet have grown heavy
And I ache for someone to hold me-
I tend to slip back to the arms that I know
Because I won't be turned away;
I'll spend the night in the safety of embrace
And in the morning you'll beg me to stay
But you should have known that it wasn't for good,
That come daybreak I'd be on my way.
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