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My Dreams...or Reality
I stand staring out my window
hoping, wishing, longing for you.
Inside of me the hole is overtaking.
I am overcome with needing you.
My mind races and I become short of breath
dreaming of what my life would be like if you were here.
I long to be held, and held by you alone.
Embracing my body, my eyes staring deep into yours
reading your mind like an open book.
I need to be needed and loved by you.
But how can this be when you are not here,
for as much as I know you are the stranger on the street.
