I watch her
I wonder.
Will she ever love me.
Will she ever care.
Will she ever be in my arms.
Maybe she will.
But I know better.
Not to dream.
Because,
They tell you dreams come true.
But lies are lies.
And I know better.
I'm living a fantasy
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