Come to me,
like you always did before.
We are stuck in between worlds,
never far apart.
It doesn’t matter,
that you say you have to go.
It is like you once said;
no matter how far I go..
I will always know,
about you and your dreams.
It doesn’t matter,
how hard it aches.
How hard my heart breaks,
living in this world,
where people cause you grieve.
Cause when I go to sleep,
you are here.
And we are stuck in between worlds,
where you comfort me,
and I will teach you to fly.
Where you comfort me,
there is no need for me to die
cause you live within me.
When the morning comes,
and you are gone.
I still hear your voice;
the girl with the golden heart,
is chaos in my world.
but oh how I hate to see her go..
My curly love,
my best friend..
after all.
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