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Dream or real
I saw your thick black hair
Plaited like that of a roman goddess
Your dress couldn't be compared,
Smooth as silk
Your scent
You smell just as a babe
Dream or real
There was something about the way you laughed
The way your hands play with your hair
And your stepping? Damn!
There is a new rhythm with the way you walk
Dream or real,
Could you just own up and tell me why!
Why I see this thing and yet
You wouldn't let me see your face
I could write to describe your beauty
But none could compare your new face
Dream or real
How be it others don't believe when I tell
They have threatened to lock me up
How? How do you explain these things?
You promised to never leave
Now, I stand in front of your grave
But yet, I see you
Dream or real
Is this your way of saying sorry
Or you just want to torment
Either ways,it's you I want
I want you as you promised
Always by my side
Either dead or alive,
My Erica!
@rok-sivante