Rain drops have dried
Tears have died
Cried enough
To let you go by
Yet you come every night
To tell me why
I am right and you decide
Of the future that was right
You say I am not your dream
You say I am not a cream
I am just a stranger you met in life
Met for a while to blossom in sigh
Left you in middle of night
Asking me why
I am in love with you is that right?
No, I say your not but I am
You deny saying its just the perception eye
What I see and what you see are different light
Light of illusions of mine is you perception right
Illusions of mine are reality of my life
Truth it holds none for you
Living I am on it as my precious breath
Definitely not the last breath
As you are my last and only breath
touchy !!!
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