In my dreams
I’m tied to you
‘cause I look to you
to make me beautiful.
I wait
to find someone
who will look at me
the way you used to.
It’s been months
but still I remember
how you feel.
It’s just too bad
we weren’t real;
there was no us
when the bed was gone.
I think of you now
and wonder
what I liked about you.
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