In my sleep your face haunts my dreams like an obsessed aparition, Yet I am not afraind of it, Actually getting addicted to that which haunts my dreams, Wanting to see it more and more, Even though I've never seen it I want it, I need to touch it kiss it caress it, Yet knowing I can never see it or touch it makes me want it more , But I know when i wake-up in the morning there will always be tomorrow.
Reason for writing:
Again like ther ReSt of My PoEmS iT wAs AgAin InSpiRed By My WaNtInG tO sEe My G/F AmAnDa AnD I oNly HaVe ThiS tO tElL hEr ThErE wiLL aLwAyS bE TomOrRoW.
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