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Dreams are not an illusion

  • Writer: matejak
    matejak
  • May 3, 2018
  • 1 min read

Updated: Mar 14, 2021


I always dreamed of a boy, to be my best friend and joy Who would hold tight my hand And give me a soft pillow to land I dream of having him close by my heart When I explode laughing to stars Or when drowning in tears, falling apart I wonder if such dream is my pure illusion If I better stayed out of such childish delusions I rather am on my own than with the wrong one, feeling alone

Never did I ever gave up my dreams Could as well be flying slowly instead


It could all come true, I am holding on, he might be waiting for me, too.

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