Dreams (Just For Broken Hearts) - Poem by Andrea Szyhowski
A time when dreams were free,
A time when we believed,
A time ago to you,
Is just right now to me.
To me it was not to long ago,
When you started to give me clues,
Clues to how you truely feel,
So why do I see you with her?
Can you truely be gone to me?
What about all the times we shared?
What about all the questions you had for me?
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