Confessions

Teens the dream was so close..
Then and now wanders my thoughts back again
It’s the tears that dried
But got me a vision
Of you and what I thought I saw…
In my solitary bed…
And now I am faced with a confession
Some things do not change
Each image is reflected in a person
And it started somewhere
They were all wild, but I thought I have found my cold
And still it is hunting in the night

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