Monday, April 29, 2013

Setenta



I keep dreaming of you.

I keep dreaming with the possibility.

Dreaming with all those things I did not do. 
And now I know I will never do. 

With so much to give. 
With so much to have.

Like a kid, daydreaming about Christmas all year
And being heartbroken on December 25th.


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