I stare up at the ceiling at night
Wondering if you are real
If you are out there
If you can see me
If you even know I exist.
They think its made up
They can't open thier minds
I know its possible
I know it could happen
Mabe your real
Or mabe your not
But until i die
I will search for you
Dream about you
And if I don't find you
I will die in denile
But if I do
I will die knowing the truth
Knowing that they were wrong
And I was right
I will hold you in my arms
Kiss you sweetly
Tenderly
Softly
Then I will die
Peacefully
Simply
Quitly
You were Real.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
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