You wake up next morning, And you think, Did we dream it all? Did we really, Walk in the park, In the dark, And gaze at the stars? Did I really Say this, And did you say hat, Or did we dream it all? In the reality Of the morning, It seems hard to believe That all these Weird and wonderful things Were said and done. We are different people In the morning after, Why? Why is it always The morning The morning after, And never the night before? But now, To keep believing That all these things Did happen, And that you said that And meant it. But it's the morning after now, And that was last night, And how do we know, That we didn't just dream it all?
Reason for writing:
The way I feel about things.......
Birth sign: Libra
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