Saterdag 11 Julie 2009


I have dreams:
dreams so real I can touch it.

A dream to be in your arms once more,
to feel your sweet and smooth lips on mine,
to be able to fanticise again.

But those are only dreams:
Your strong hands won't touch the phone.
Your strong hands won't touch a pen.
You won't even keep in touch.

The only thought is so clear to me.
Your love ain't as strong as I thought.

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