To TheeA Poem by milenanik3love poem
I heard Your footsteps in here.
I lost all feeling. Living in the past ( is) not the Bright-est way of living. I do not care any more. Alive (outside) death (in heart) It is all the same now. Do not wake me up. I need my dream.
© 2012 milenanik3Author's Note
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