The Dreamer Awoke

psychofemale

I was waiting for "the one", a lunatic, some would say

Apparently I'm not that significant

I followed him relentless

Crazy fools we may be, caught between lust and love

on and on, on and on, day end and day out

You left in such a rush, you haunt me in my dreams

and as I lay here in our bed, my fingers remember this place

we sat arm in arm, muffled chatter

until it came time, and the dreamer awoke

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