Isn't this bliss
Isn't this heaven
Isn't this the place
I so longed to dwell
I see me in your eyes,
My narcissus's pool
You in a mirror,
My mirror you.
It's just a dream
I assure myself
This isn't real
This isn't true.
Or just a whim,
Aye My fantasies
How weirdest
Can I ever be
What if I ever
wake up from slumber
Dream goes pop
this beautiful dream.
Will it be a landmine
Will it be my last?
Will I ever regret
This blast from my past?
Did you have a past?
Will this ever last?
Here she goes again,
as I struggle in vain.
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