But was it wrong to dream,
To dream of a life,
Sleeping next to you every night,
To find you smiling,
Caressing, making my heart skip a beat.
So out of reach,
But was it wrong to dream,
Holding you in my arms,
Sharing and what not.
You will never come to me,
But was it wrong to dream,
To hold me close when I cried,
To laugh and make me sigh,
To just be you for just me,
To just be there for me.
How it ended in a minute,
But was it wrong to dream,
In an instant it shattered,
Still searching for reflections within.
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