It's crazy how it seems,
You haunt my every dream.
And yet the crazziest thing is,
Of lately it seems,
Not only do you haunt my dreams,
But the moments before I sleep,
I'll be thinking of you,
Wishing for the inevitable,
Hoping for that one day,
The day when dreams turn to reality,
But hope bursts when I think carefully,
That there's no possibility,
And the heart aches,
For the power to let it all out,
But the fear of hurting
The relationship is what's keeping,
Me from doing it.
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