Dreamlover

Please come around for the days of my own sorrow is gone,

let’s get caught in the gap of doubtful love.

Sweet dreams under my own sweet fantasy,

I come to you correct about my intentions of pure honesty,

next time my warning signs will be proof of what else of this,

Lay me down in the colors of fall, blend me into the shades of it,

turn every part of me brittle and cold.

Transform whatever is left of me into ashes of the leaves,

make me feel loved once more again.

Craving the attention of what love comes with it,

Cupcakes turn bad overtime such a sad day to see.

 

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