Was it really just a dream?
It was so real you see
I could feel his touch
And his little kisses
I could feel my heart explode with love
Every time I looked at his beautiful face
I could feel the adoration he had for me
But I woke up
And I cried
Cuz it was so real
But it isn't mine
Dedicated to WhereAmISupposedToBe
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