is it foolish to think about the future and the past?
because no matter how choked up with life I am,
my mind wanders back to you.
even my dreams are filled with scenes from our past,
slightly changed,
because nothing ever stays the same.
still, I see you every night,
and then I wonder in the mornings,
when you hang about in my head so freely,
is it foolish to dream??
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Love Poems || FINISHED
Poésiejust poems about not only the sweet and alluring side of love but also the pain it can bring, the hardships, jealousy, and mania. just reeeead you hopeless romantics and faded lovers
