Lost Poem by Lily Jacobsen
Lost
I see your face in my dreams. Are they nightmares or sweet dreams? Calling my name softly is like honey rolling off your tongue. I look at you and my body starts to tremble. With fear or anticipation? I hear this kind of feeling is only for older people and that it only comes once in a lifetime. But when I look at you I can't help feeling that I've seen you before. In this life or another.
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